Change her fall into the mud to her still being spotless to trying to jump over a large goopy mud puddle to where she just barely makes it but loses her balance and falls backwards into the disgusting mud. Describe her thoughts and comments from start to finish.
Beth loved tennis. It was her escape, her passion, and she was looking forward to meeting up with her friends on the courts for their usual Saturday game. Today, though, there was one complication: her car was in the shop. She didn't mind walking, though. After all, it was a perfect day for it, warm with a slight breeze, and she could get to the courts in about 20 minutes.
But Beth wasn't just walking to play tennis—she was walking
in style. She’d taken the time to assemble a flawless outfit, eager to show off her new purchases. Her light pink athletic top hugged her shoulders just right, while her pristine white tennis skirt flared out with each confident step. And, of course, her pièce de résistance: those crisp, new white canvas Tretorns with delicate pink stripes that perfectly matched her shirt. The shoes were practically glowing.
As Beth laced up her shoes, giving them a quick last-minute appreciative glance, she couldn't help but smile. It was their debut, and she was determined to keep them spotless for as long as possible. Slinging her tennis racket bag over her shoulder, she left her dorm with boundless energy, determination in her step.
Her usual route to the courts would’ve taken her around the grounds, but since she was tight on time, Beth opted for a "shortcut" through the woods adjacent to the campus. It seemed like a win-win—a faster route, plus she'd get to enjoy some nature.
“It’ll save me at least ten minutes,” she reassured herself with confidence as she took her first steps into the forested path.
The shade provided by the trees was a welcome respite from the sun, but the scent of damp earth lingered—it had rained the night before, leaving the ground soft and still drying. But Beth wasn’t worried. She was careful.
"I'm not getting dirty today," she muttered under her breath, being extra mindful of where she placed her feet. She deliberately avoided the small mushy spots, stepping over stray puddles with gymnast-like precision. Every so often, she'd look down at her spotless sneakers, finding satisfaction in how clean they still were. Her Tretorns were pristine—her sneakers still bouncing with that new-shoe confidence.
The path took a slight downhill dip, but Beth managed to keep her balance, expertly negotiating roots and rocks. She spotted the clearing ahead—the edge of the woods. She was almost out and still completely clean! A small smirk played on her lips.
But as she rounded a bend, there it was—the final hurdle. A huge, sludgy, goopy puddle of mud stretched across the pathway, nearly the entire width. It was the last remnant of yesterday's rainstorm, a brown, slick obstacle between her and the courts.
Beth stopped abruptly, eyeing the puddle, hands planted on her hips.
"Of course," she muttered sarcastically, sizing it up. There was no way around it—dense bushes lined both sides and crawling through them would definitely ruin her outfit. But vaulting over it? Well, that seemed manageable. She couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the idea.
"Okay, just a quick leap," Beth whispered to herself, adjusting the racket bag slung over her shoulder. She mentally measured the distance across the puddle; it was doable, not easy, but she was definitely athletic enough to clear it. Of course, she'd have to be perfect—one wrong step and...
Shaking that thought away, Beth focused. She crouched slightly, gauging her takeoff spot on the edge of the puddle.
"I've got this. Just one jump and then we're home free," she told herself, mentally bracing.
Taking a deep breath, Beth backed up a few steps before launching herself forward. For a brief, glorious moment, she was airborne—a determined blur of pink, white, and canvas sneakers.
Her foot hit the ground on the other side of the puddle.
I made it! she thought triumphantly, the landing fully intact. But then, just as she exhaled and allowed herself to smile, a sudden wobble shook her balance.
"Whoa, whoa—no, no, no—!" she yelped, arms flailing as she teetered precariously on the edge. Her left foot slipped slightly, still too close to the muddy abyss.
In an instant, Beth’s body betrayed her finest intentions. Her arms windmilled—a frantic effort to right herself—but gravity had already decided her fate. She felt it before it happened, the slow-motion lean backward, the grip her sneakers
didn't have on the soft ground.
"Oh no," was all she managed to whisper before time sped up and she fell.
With an absolutely undignified
splat, Beth landed squarely on her back, sinking into the most vile, sludgy part of the mud puddle. On impact, the goop splattered everywhere—mud slathered her legs, her arms, even smattering across her face as she lay there, utterly helpless in the mess she'd just tried to avoid.
For a moment, everything was so quiet that she could hear the soft
plop of residual mud droplets as they fell from her shoes, her racket bag, and her skirt. Her once-flawless white skirt was now utterly drenched in slick, earthy sludge, and her beautiful pink shirt? It was stained almost beyond recognition. A large dark brown smear ran from her waist all the way to her chest. And then, of course, the shoes—that vivid pink stripe was caked in thick, disgusting mud. There was no trace of white left anywhere on them. Not even a hint of the perfect outfit she had worked so hard to preserve.
Beth blinked once, twice. She lay still, barely able to process the catastrophe. Was this real? How had things changed in the blink of an eye? Her mouth opened, the words stuck somewhere between disbelief and helpless frustration.
"This cannot be happening," she whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and pending rage. She slowly moved her arms to sit up, feeling the
squelch of the soaked earth as the muddy goo seeped into every fiber of her clothes.
"I. Just. Bought. These." she groaned, her voice rising with each word. She sat there, staring angrily at the ruin of her once-pristine outfit.
"These were new. BRAND. NEW." Her eyes glared down at her Tretorns, now nothing more than two sludge-covered blobs on her feet.
She shook her head in frustration, letting out a deep, exasperated sigh. “Great job, Beth.
Really great job.”
With a deep breath to calm herself, she scanned the surroundings again, this time resigned to her fate. The courts were still ahead, but all dignity was behind her. She was covered from head to toe in cold, wet mud, and the worst part? She’d been so close to avoiding it. So,
so close.
Grimacing and trying to avoid another fall, Beth pushed herself upright, the mud making an awful sucking noise as she struggled to free herself. She gave one last defeated look at her sludgy reflection in the puddle.
"Shortcut," she muttered sarcastically to herself.
"Yeah, right. I'm never doing that again."