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To participate, just answer the prompt on your own blog and leave a link in the comments at YA Highway.
This week’s prompt:
What is the story of your best scar?
In the fall of first grade, my best friend and I pretended we were unicorns at recess.
In the winter of first grade, I came down with the chicken pox. The first pox was a huge welt in the middle of my forehead. It was, I told my best friend, the beginning of my very own horn.
She believed me, of course, and we celebrated my imminent transformation into full-fledged unicorn.
My mother was not as excited, and kept me at home for a week.
When I emerged from my confinement, my horn was gone. In its place was a little crater scar, which exists to this day.
My horn had fallen off, I told my best friend. She believed me, of course, and we cursed my stubborn humanity.
That is the story of my scar—and my brush with immortality, however brief.