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SRU: The Boy with Bumps on His Face
By JDCopyhack
Danny Marsden shuffled through the mall, which bustled with customers returning
their broken or unwanted Christmas gifts. It was the day after Christmas, and
Danny clutched in his hand a copy of Britney Spear's CD, which his parents had
given to him as a stocking stuffer.
Britney Spears? What were they thinking, Danny mused. She's cute and all, but
way too tame. Danny liked his music with a harder edge, and had hoped to get the
new Nine Inch Nails CD. Besides, Christina Aguilera was cuter than Britney.
The music store was packed and the return line was about 20 people deep, so
Danny decided to check out the new CD's before standing in line. As he held the
Nine Inch Nails CD in his hand, two girls walked by, one was whispering to the
other.
"Geez, look at his face. Kinda like he was gouged with nine inch nails."
The other girl laughed at her friend's cruel quip as they continued browsing the
rack. At 17, with a severe case of cystic acne, Danny heard dozens of comments
like that every day. Classmates often taunted him, calling him "Pizza Face," and
once when he went away as part of a school convention, his roommates waited till
he fell asleep then played "connect the dots" on his face, drawing a crude
picture.
Danny had grown accustomed to the comments and abuse, but that didn't mean it
still didn't hurt. While acne is a part of most every teenager's life, Danny
suffered from more than just a bad case of zits. He would develop large, painful
cysts in the most obvious of places. They would swell for two weeks, oozing
blood and puss, before subsiding, usually leaving a deep, visible scar in its
place. And the condition wasn't confined to his face. His shoulders, arms, and
back were also affected.
The dermatologists tried numerous treatments, but only succeeded in offering
temporary relief. Embarrassed at how he looked, Danny retreated into himself. He
would spend hours in his room, reading science fiction novels or exploring the
Internet. He especially liked the chat rooms where he could meet others his age
and not be afraid of how they might react to his looks. He made many friends,
especially a girl named Angela.
She was smart and funny, and seemed genuinely interested in him. They could chat
for hours and e-mailed each other regularly. She even sent him a photo one day
and he couldn't believe how pretty she was. Danny returned a photo of his own
that he had scanned, but before doing so, he opened it in Photo Shop and removed
the ugly blemishes. "Why couldn't I do this in real life," he grumbled before
saving the new picture and sending it to his friend.
To his delight, Angela wrote back and told her friend how cute she thought he
was. No girl had ever called him cute before and for a brief moment, Danny felt
mildly triumphant.
That was several weeks ago, before Danny made the mistake of sending another,
unaltered photo to Angela. He hadn't heard from her since, and any attempt to
contact her was greeted with an "unknown user" message.
Danny fumbled with the new CD in his hand, but decided against getting in the
long line. Too much indignity for one day, he figured, so he headed back into
the mall. Maybe he'd check out the comic book shop and see if they have the
newest Batman before heading back home and to the safe confines of his room.
As he approached the shop, he noticed a new shop tucked in the corner across the
way. Unlike the flashing neon of the comic shop, the new shop hung a simple
wooden sign out front. It said: Spells R Us. Must be a novelty shop, Danny
thought as he approached the unusual shop, the mall is loaded with them,
especially this time of year.
When Danny entered the store, he expected to see shelves filled with fake vomit
and screaming golf balls. Instead, he found countless rows of dusty wooden
shelves stocked hundreds of unusual artifacts. Nothing in the store appeared to
be new, but each item was uniquely fascinating. There were gold medallions and
silver coins with ancient writing on them. Vials filled with a rainbow of colors
and several racks filled with what appeared to be Halloween costumes.
"May I help you, young man?"
Danny turned around to see an old man with a long white beard wearing a tattered
blue bathrobe.
"I, um..."
"Oh, Danny it's you. Glad you could finally make it down this far into the
mall."
"But, how do you know my name."
"Simple, I'm a wizard."
"Um, yeah, right. Look, I gotta go."
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Well, no. I mean, there are no such things as wizards, except in storybooks."
"I see, so I guess I need to perform some sort of magic trick to get you to
believe, huh? Okay, so be it."
With that, the wizard held out his right hand, muttered a few words, and POOF...
a puff of black smoke billowed around his hand. When the smoke cleared, the
wizard was holding a 20oz bottle of Diet Coke.
"So, now do you believe me," he asked between sips.
Danny was startled, but couldn't deny what he had just witnessed.
"H... h... how?"
"Like I said, I'm a wizard. Now tell me, is there something in my store that
interests you?"
Danny had little use for such junk, but he was curious.
"Let me ask you, do you have a cure for this," he asked as he pointed to his
pockmarked face.
"Hmmm, I see. Have you tried Clearasil?"
"That's it, I'm outta here," Danny said storming toward the front door.
"Danny, wait, it's just that I'm a little out of touch with this sort of thing.
Most people come in here looking for fame or fortune. Your's is a much more
humble request. I'm not used to that."
"Trust me, I've tried everything. The doctors have tried everything. Besides,
now it's too late. Look at me, I am so damn ugly. No one wants to look at me."
"I see, I may have just the thing."
The wizard disappeared into the back room for several minutes. When he returned,
held a small tube of ointment in his hand.
"Here, try this. Just apply it before going to bed and soon your problems will
be all cleared up."
The wizard chuckled at his little pun, while Danny stared at the tube.
"How much?"
"I'm feeling benevolent today. Five dollars and we'll call it even."
Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out four singles and a handful of
change, then handed the money to the wizard. He received the tube in return,
thanked the old man, and then stepped back into the mall. Bedtime couldn't come
soon enough.
*****
The next day...
Danielle Marsden walked confidently through the mall, her long brown hair
bouncing playfully atop her shoulders while her pert breasts jiggled with each
step. Through full painted lips, she smiled teasingly at the admiring glances
that greeted her every move.
The CD store was her first stop. She just had to return that Britney Spears CD
before she vomited. She couldn't believe her parents would give her such a
thing. Didn't they know that Britney's boobs were so fake? But Danielle found it
easy to forgive her parents considering the pretty dresses and jewelry they gave
her for Christmas.
Now, if she could just decide which CD she wanted, Backstreet Boys or 'N Sync...
The End
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