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In schools throughout the globe, there is something known as “The Movie” that hits 5th and 6th graders towards the end of the year. Groups of children with uneven growth spurts crowd around a roll-in TV usually reserved for BIll Nye the Science Guy (Bill! Bill! Bill!). Only, there is no fun to be had. Only hell.
They spend the next 62 minutes of their lives learning that puberty is about to hit them like a train wreck.
Seemingly over a single summer, that same group of children return to school with equally horrified faces. There’s always that one boy whose voice dropped to the ocean floor, but claimed it was a year long cold. There’s always that one girl in the locker room bathroom, squealing in squeamishness as two other girls explain how to use a tampon for the first time. There’s always the kid who forgets to shave one leg, one who tried cleaning a disposable razor with their fingernail, the one who doesn’t wear deodorant, the girl whose face turned orange from mom’s foundation, and that one boy who ran down the halls like he was Naruto or some shit.
Then there’s the feat of walking through a gang of boys who have Axe cologne pouring out of every damn pore and orifice. The list goes on and on.
During this time, Samuel is calm.
Honestly, he expects to become a hairy chimera by the end of 12th grade. These kids were squealing and panicking over nothing. He would look in the mirror and feel great about himself and appearance.
Forget the kids fighting off acne with Stridex pads and Clean&Clear!
He had fucking horns! And he was supposed to be afraid of puberty? It’s the only time in his life where he felt everyone examining themselves in the mirror with the self-consciousness that he felt daily. His middle school days made the mirror his best friend.
Of course, then high school came and fucked it all up.
But hey, for 3-4 years he’d wink at his reflection.