In the middle of the night, I awoke to see a large shadowy figure in my doorway.
“I’ve come to collect on your debt,” he whispered, his voice low and deep.
I froze. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon! The figure walked closer toward me, and with every step I could feel more goose bumps dotting my skin.
“But, I’m not ready yet,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“A deal’s a deal.” The voice stated from the shadows.
Having been raised Catholic, I knew shouldn’t have said what I did. But to tell you the truth I never really believed in all that Heaven and Hell stuff anyway. I just figured they were stories told to keep adults in line.
So when I said, “My god, I would sell my soul to be beautiful!” I thought nothing of it. I was just exasperated looking in the mirror day in, day out at my homely reflection. My limp, mousy brown hair, and my flat A-cup chest never garnered much attention from men, and I was starting to think that I would never get a boyfriend.