So, who was the closest? Did anyone get it right? I provided a picture below of what my character looks like, BUT, as you know, my character is more than just a pretty face. She is going through some sort of...change. And what better way to describe this...change, than to give you another snippet and you can hear the news from her parents for the first time just as she has.
Real Description of Kristy...
With long blonde waves, a fair complexion and brown eyes, Bridgit Mendler is your girl for who my character looks like. She's a no nonsense girl, comfortable in jeans and a tee but loves to dress up when the occassion calls for it. Not popular, but not a nobody, she has a close group of friends and a comfortable school life. Oh, AND a cute boyfriend. In fact, everything about her life screams normal and ordinary. Until the day after she turns 13 and her parents sit her down at the kitchen table to explain the "changes" that she's suddenly going through.
I’m sweating, my hands are shaking, and I feel so...disgusting. Like my face.
“What’s wrong with—“
“There’s no easy way to say this,” Mom interrupts.
Her and Dad exchange glances.
“Say what, Mom? Do I have some horrible disease? Am I dying? WHAT?”
My dad laughs. “Quite the opposite,” he says setting his coffee mug down.
“It’s not that bad,” he continues, smiling. “Not bad all all. If fact, it’s simply remarkable!”
Not that bad? Remarkable? Maybe because it’s not happening to you.
“You’ve come down with a bad case of acne.”
He’s kidding. He has got be kidding.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, and then look at my mom. “THIS,” I say, pointing to my face, “IS NOT acne.”
“Honey, this will be hard for you to hear, but please let your dad explain.” Mom reaches over and holds my hand.
“It happened a long time ago,” says dad.
“Thirteen years ago yesterday,” Mom adds.
“What? My acne?”
What on earth are they talking about?
Dad chuckles. “Kristy, I need to tell you from the beginning. Please, just listen.”
My mom looks at me, tears in her eyes. “Hon, we were told we could never have children. Ever. I was diagnosed with Endometriosis.”
Okay, whatever that is.
“So,” says Dad, “We wanted desperately to have a baby, but well, since we couldn’t we thought of adoption...”
OH MY GOD! I’m adopted. But wait—that means Macie is adopted too. That totally explains a lot then.
Then I think—I have real parents out there. Somewhere.
Who didn’t want me.
My face contorts, and if I had tears, they’d be streaming down my face about now.
“So who are my real parents,” I ask, taking in ragged breaths.
“You’re not listening,” Dad says more firmly. “We thought of adopting, but we didn’t. WE are your real parents. We made you.”
“I still don’t get it,” I say impatiently.
“We made you. In the literal sense.”
I hate how Dad always talks in riddles. I stare at him, waiting for more of an explanation.
I seriously hope he isn’t going to give me a sex talk now. How embarrassing. Besides, I watched the Sex Ed video last year in school. They always treat me like a baby, they don’t think I know half the stuff I do.
“I don’t need a lecture on the birds and the bees. I know how babies are made and--”
Mom clears her throat. “What your father means is, we built you.” She grimaces as if she just ate something totally sour.
I look at them in disbelief, shaking my head.
“Kristy, you’re a robot.”
End of Snippet
So who came close??
Karen Amanda Hooper- you came close with saying she had chicken pox! She did indeed have bumps on her face, although it was liquified metalic robotic acne!
Diane K. Salerni- You were right with the messy bed head and pj's. Very accurate! Although I totally want her to wear nightshirt saying that now, how cute!
And a few of you said the typical average looking blonde hair hair pale skin which was also right, but I she doesn't have the blue eyes, she has brown, which I don't think anyone mentioned. Correct me if I'm wrong though!!
Thank you everyone, this was sooo much fun!