I decided to enter this contest because…well…why not, right?  I’m trying to push myself to try new things and while I know winning is a long shot, it’s fun to try!  You were supposed to enter up to the first 250 words of a YA work.  If I went to 250, it stopped in a weird place, so I just entered the first 200 (there was no minimum). 

This is what I entered:

            I had a hairy upper lip. My freaking lip was a giant fur ball. Well, that’s sexy. I moved in a little closer to the mirror to fully assess the fuzz.

            No wonder I didn’t have a boyfriend. Heat flooded my cheeks as I imagined what guys heard when they met me. “Hi, my name is Molly and my caterpillar lip greets you.” Oh, God.

            Maybe I was exaggerating a little. It was only a couple of hairs and not the hairy pelt I’d originally seen in my reflection. But still! So not attractive.

            Rolling my eyes, I turned away from the mirror and out of the employee bathroom. It looked like today’s tips were going to go towards depilatory cream. That was just awesome.

            It was only fitting that I would have the cruel genetic misfortune of inheriting my dad’s coloring and hair issues. It was such crap! When mom was seventeen, she’d been blonde-haired, blue eyed, with an eyebrow arch that would make Anastasia – esthetician to the stars – weep. But me?  Let’s just say she found the money for my bi-weekly eyebrow appointments. Guess I needed to add the lip to my waxing regime now. Damn.