Sunday, April 28, 2013

Boobala Darling Wins A Cruise-A Fictional Story-2

Category: Short Story

Those Unhappy Teens

As Boobala entered her teenage years, Mildred became a protective she-bear, not allowing her to have any friends, boys or girls, except for Myrtle Weinstein, a daughter of one of the members who attended their synagogue. Since the Finkenbergs were financially secure, they were able to provide comforts and pleasures for their daughter without spoiling her.

They also tried to instill in her a desire to learn. Mildred decided to hire private tutors to advance Boobala’s learning experience. She was preparing Boobala for the future take-over of the Finkenberg’s Clothing Company. Every opportunity she had, Mildred would send her daughter to the store to work after school with her father in order to learn the trade while mingling with the customers. Mrs. Finkenberg knew that her daughter was extremely unattractive, though quite intelligent, and believed she would make any man a devoted wife. They were hoping that someday Boobala would marry someone of wealth, or at least a professional, who would provide well for their daughter after they were gone.

At seventeen years of age, Boobala was a serious and quiet person. She kept to herself a lot while secretly struggling with self-worth issues. It didn’t matter that she had the highest grades in her class or that she had a best friend who liked her. She always strove for the unattainable.

Boobala was an extremely unhappy person with no social life. In her loneliness, she would immerse herself in fictional books. Romance novels were for the most part at the top of her list. Her eyes would glow with passion as she fantasized about the person she imagined herself to be and the life she would like to have. Sometimes she would visualize herself on a Cruise with a tall, dark and handsome captain of the ship acting as her prince charming. Ahh, it was so peaceful to imagine herself embraced in his arms. She wouldn’t dare tell Myrtle about her fantasies for fear of being ridiculed. This was her secret and it embarrassed her. How she wished she could go on a real cruise to the Bahamas, but that was not possible. Mama and Papa never went anywhere because they were always working at the store. It was a dream that she would never give up. “Someday,” she would keep saying to herself, “someday I’ll go.”

Her only friend, Myrtle, would constantly talk every time they were together. It seemed as though Boobala could never get a word in edge-wise. That was okay though, she didn’t mind, as she wasn’t what you would call a talkative person. Besides, her life was so dull that she didn’t have much to say. She adored her friend Myrtle, who was such a sweet person. Her happy disposition was contagious.

Myrtle was so captivating and chic. Sometimes Boobala secretly wished she could be like her. Myrtle loved to imitate, and Boobala could never resist laughing out loud at the way she would do her impersonations. How different these two intellectual girls were from each other. Myrtle was tall and slim. Her golden curls framed her delicate features. She had large hazel eyes that sparkled. Not only was she charismatic, she was also exceptionally beautiful and humorous.

Boobala, dark-haired brunette, was slightly chunky and of a medium height. Her shoulder-length wavy hair was always tied back in a ponytail. She wore no make-up or jewelry. Her hazel eyes appeared small behind her black-rimmed glasses. Every now and then, a frown would appear between her bushy brows, adding to her serious nature. Her clothes were too large and unflattering. She was, in a nutshell, homely. Her rare smile changed the plainness of her features, making her momentary pretty, but not often enough. Myrtle understood Boobala and knew her better than anyone.