Little Yellow Beast

She stared horrified at the mirror.

"How could you!? How could YOU!?

There, planted proudly on the end of her teenage proboscis, was the little yellow beast that would inevitably destroy all hope of normality in what a teenage girl considers to be a normal day. How could she now attempt to fluster the boys of the class with her killer looks? How could she cause the fickle friends of hers to be jealous of her amazing looks and perfect skin?

Her life, was over. The agony. To squeeze, or not to squeeze.

Whether it is nobler to leave the little yellow devil beast alone in it's unwelcome revelry or to commit unforgivable heresy and excrete the yellow devil juice to reveal the red glow of hell's volcano.

As she paced to and fro in front of the now evil mirror who has betrayed her, she contemplated all outcomes.
Pop. Removes the obvious teenage adversary but results in the sordid, volcanic red afterglow of a yellow devil beast's untimely demise
Or
Don't pop. Gives the yellow devil beast full bragging rights to it's victory over it's territorial position, nestled ever so lovingly, on the end of her snout.

"Never!" She glared at the beast with wicked hatred. Determined to battle this fiend and exact all ungodly teenage revenge.
"This is it!" She takes position. Aims the sharpened extensions of her feminine digits. And fires!
"Look what you made me do!!!" Red, sore, angry and now defeated. Adios, little yellow devil. Hello absent day number 45.