Hilary

‘I started reading Seventeen,

And shaving my legs.’

Tights.

All of them, completely laddered and broken.

I can’t meet up with the Bladebreakers with legs like mine not being hidden beneath the safety of a pair of tights! Oh my God. What am I going to do?! They’d totally think that I was wearing a pair of furry trousers!

There’s nothing else to do but… Use… A razor.

I trot into the bathroom with my furry legs, and stare unblinkingly at my Mother’s pink razor sat on the side of the bath. I pick up the razor, and realise that I actually have no idea how to shave my legs.

What sort of woman am I?!

Not a very good one, obviously.

I run back into the bedroom, and pick up my latest copy of Seventeen. I quickly run back into the bathroom, magazine in one hand, razor still in the other, and lock the door behind me before my Mother and/or Father can come up and question what all the stomping around is about.

Flicking to the letters pages, I spotted a letter from girl about shaving her legs. How convenient. I read the letter, and quickly moved onto the advice. Apparently, it’s best to lather the leg, to stop any irritation.

So, I propped my leg up onto the sink, and ran the water over it. I rubbed the soap along my leg, getting it all nice and soapy. Once my leg is all lathered, I looked back down at the magazine.

It’s best to run the razor along your leg, towards you, in long strokes.

Oh God.

Here we go. I place the razor on my leg, near my ankle, and start bringing it towards me. I reached my knee, and removed the razor. I felt where the razor had shaved, and realised that it was all smoothy-smooth, with no cuts!

I have just realised that this is so much easier than I thought it would be! I continue to shave both of my legs, and then realise that I have very hair knees. So, realising that I can’t exactly do long strokes across my knees, I just shave shortly, and- OW!

Great. I’m bleeding.

Ok, take it reaaaal slow… Both knees… Shave gently. There! No more hairy knees, and the blood is kind of stopping now… Right, now I can go and put my shoes and- OH MY GOD! I’M GOING TO BE LATE!

Huff, huff, pant, pant.
“Guys! I’m here!” it’s just taken me less than thirty second to put on shoes and run to Tyson’s house…
“Why is your knee bleeding?” Max asked.
“Must’ve… Cut it somehow,” I replied. Not the best reply, but, er…
“Why have you not worn tights before? Your legs are hot!” Tyson said, eyeing up my legs.

I’ve hit him, for perving at my legs. But secretly, I’m happy. I’ll be using the razor more often, then…