Prompt: Send In A Word, And I'll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It

Prompt word: Envy

Shelly tried to tune out the chattering of her peers as the bus pulled away from school. For the first time in days, she didn't have detention and she was eager to get home.

Unfortunately, she couldn't help but overhear the discussion that two of her classmates were having in the seat behind her.

"Carrie has the best rack in our grade, dude! It's no contest!"

"I guess. But thirteen-year-old boobs aren't shit compared to… you know."

"You can say it. You Know Who is probably in detention again. I didn't see her get on the bus."

"Oh my God, Mrs. Marsh is so fucking hot! I heard that the sixth graders got a picture of her boobs! I want to motorboat that chick so bad!"

"Right? How the hell did that goddess give birth to such an ugly bitch!" At that, the two boys burst into laughter.

Normally, Shelly would have leapt over the seat and beaten those two turds bloody, but the tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes and threatened to spill over made her think twice about that.

It was painful enough being surrounded by girls at school who were much prettier than she was, but hearing the boys drool over her own mother was almost too much for her to bear.

Shelly wanted nothing more than to be pretty. Hell, she would have even been content with being plain. Anything was better than the monster that looked back at her in the mirror every day.

Shelly was so busy brooding that she nearly missed her stop. She quickly exited the bus and trudged home.

"How was school?" Sharon asked absently, as Shelly walked through the living room.

"Fine," Shelly mumbled. She was in no mood for any idle chitchat, especially with her mother.

Sharon set her book aside. "Is something wrong, sweetie?"

Shelly took a good look at her mother. She was old. Ancient. She had tiny wrinkles around her brown eyes. Shelly thought that her own blue eyes, her only physical trait that she wasn't ashamed of, were much nicer.

Her hair makes her look manly, Shelly thought meanly. And her boobs are going to start sagging one of these days! She's not that great looking!

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Shelly stormed to her room, as Sharon looked on confusedly.

I hate her! Shelly thought furiously, slamming her door behind her. Why does she get to be pretty while I look like this? It's not fair!

Shelly took in her reflection in her mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her body was devoid of any curves. And worst of all, her headgear obscured most of her face and twisted her features, making her look like a villain in a slasher movie.

Shelly tore her mirror off the wall and hurled it through the window. Ignoring her mother's shrieking, she threw herself face down onto her bed.

For those who are keeping score, this is the third mirror that Shelly has destroyed in this collection.