lite.math
11-24-2015, 08:30 AM
Hi, I'm new on this site! My major is English literature and I need to write a short story as final paper for one of my classes. I would love some feedback on my story :yawnb: here it is:
I sneezed and wound myself with my arms. Was that day time already? Gosh. My eyes hardly opened. Alright, then, I needed to get up. I rose my back and sat on the mat, I was pitching, very, very dizzy. Aoutch! My nose smashed the pillow. Ok, second shot… I made it! My body was burdensome.
My vision was still blurry so I blinked and ventured on the descent into the room. Perilous.
I craned a leg to the floor, clung myself to the comforter and hit the floor. My balance was endangered. I bent and slid on a magazine. Great, I lay on the carpet.
My eyes visited the room, up, left, right, down; the room that I discovered was immense, very spacious and luminous. The ceiling was far far away. It was of perfect blue. Exactly the color I would have chosen.
Did I say luminous? Damn, the chandelier was colossal. Circular, with little diamonds of different interesting forms. As I observed every single form, my look turned captivated with some poster. A woman, a small, black-haired young woman, with a white dress and fringes at the end of her blue sleeves. A ribbon in her hair, she was riding a horse and she was staring at me. Who ARE you, lady? By the time I ended up not having answered my question, my body had probably sunk into the carpet; I could not move. I knew her, I thought.
My entire soul strove to get up and overcame this ordeal. I decided to go take a walk to the other rooms. As I stood up, the whole world started spinning. The poster was in my bed, the light on the chair, the door on the wardrobe, my feet began tap dancing to recover balance. It’s alright, I made it again.
Once at the feet of the door, I struggled to open it. Seriously, who made the decision to set up a handle like that? I am so deeply exhausted! I had no other choice than bursting in tears. I am such a mess! Please can someone help me out? I looked for something to unlock the door and noticed how filthy the room was. The dust was weird, though. It was black, I knelt and touched it, it was like a really small ball, like a shaggy sheep-hair ball.
Actually, my bed was really comfy, I reckoned, let’s go back in it. Wait, no, I am hungry. No, I’m tired. Well, actually, I’m tired and hungry. Ok I’m going on some pretty angry rants about myself. This is what happens when you spent an agitated night like I did. This terrible repeating noise in my ears all night long. Arrghh! “Have a good night” they said. HAHA! People are full of love, aren’t they?
I returned to the handle ordeal, determinate to win by knockout. It opened. Very easily. This door was extremely heavy, don’t ask me why. Does this authorization to step out should be won? Please, it’s early morning! Don’t know, but I got out.
I slunk into the first other room I could find at “home”. Oh, no, not this one. I remembered this room; it was the worst. It was where they like to torture me for hours. Well, let’s get out of there. I sneezed. I needed a tissue but I had none. I was not sick, no need to be assisted! It was alright.
Suddenly, I realized why the woman looked familiar. I dreamt of her last night, a really bad night. It makes me think of yesterday, probably the worst day of my life. The longest, the most boring day of my entire life, they tired me out, because “we have to go out and have fun, or we will go insane in here!”. Right, so everything I underwent was to keep me away from insanity. Someone needs to explain me this.
Let’s recap what happened yesterday. From the beginning, well, I woke up while it was still dark outside. It was not time to get up but my sleeping time had come to an end. But, above all, my sleeping time was forced to come to an end. I insist. “Wake up!!” they said. “It’s time!” they repeated. Damn, my dream was the greatest. All the people I adored were there. They were all laughing at my jokes and had fun listening to my stories. Never mind, my night was OVER.
As they shook me, my saliva, flowed on my pillow from last night got right back at me, on my cheeks. I hated them and I let them know.
They had me dressed. As usual, a pair of jeans and a dark sweater. I collapsed on the floor at the first footstep. You want me to follow you? Alright, I’ll creep, my legs won’t make it.
You know why I don’t like “home”? Because whenever you need to eat, you need to go down the stairs, the most sloped stairs ever. There is no need to beat around the bush: I was afraid of heights and yet, they decided to set up very steep stairs.
One foot at a time, thanks God, there was a ramp. The kind of ramp that is held by too-large rings. So that when trying to hold yourself, you almost smash your face on the wall. And yesterday, I cut my lower lip and lost a wide amount of blood. I was terrified. It even swelled. As hours went by, my pain became worse and I could not go farther. I flung my belongings and called out for help. All these people supposed to be helping me were “occupied”. My life is a series of pain and doggedness.
Of course, they were downstairs, observing me, congratulating me for this such amazing effort of mine.
By the time we finished having breakfast, it was time to go out. First thing I remember, I was dazzled. The daylight penetrated my eyes. I still remember the feeling of burning and disintegrating I had in my eyes that obliged me to look away.
The lawn was dump and large. What an amazing location! There were colors everywhere. It looked like a rainbow, it was the most beautiful, wondrous, incredible, memorable, peculiar, colorful, powerful landscape I had ever seen. As I said, that day, the sun was gleaming and every color was even more vivid.
I could feel the wet grass snaking between my toes. It gave me chills! My merriment was endless. I was barefoot and my feet were dirtier as I walked around. It was a delicious feeling. I could walk all day long barefoot on the grass. Why do not people do that? I began hopping on it. Again and again! Wouah! Loved it, loved it, loved it!
My laugh sounded in the whole neighborhood. I guess… I then bent, knelt and shook my bottom on the tip of the herbs. Oh yeah! Feels wet on my bottom, hahaha!
Funny episode, huh? But what happened next was even better: I met Mr. I’m-too-busy-to-talk-with-you-but-please-gaze-at-me! It is a butterfly. The best creature on Earth. No kidding. The butterfly has a double life. Double personality. Double name. Double physical appearance. I wish I could be a butterfly. The comeliness of it was indescribable. It was composed with yellow, orange, dark and white.
I know, mighty! I saw its little mouth and decided to feed it, so I snatched some herbs and chewed it. Not so good. I spat it on my hand and gave it to the butterfly. Guess what? It flew away!
Doesn’t matter, there were still plenty of flowers to contemplate. All different. My excitement was out of control. I was like hovering over the garden. Did I say the garden? No, the Nature! The whole Nature in front of me, embodied in flowers, petals, wind, sun, clouds, herbs! I was completely seduced.
There were a few clouds in the sky. High, high, high in the sky. I could not take my eyes off of them. I wished I could eat them. It looks like cotton candy.
What an amazing life, living on the clouds, away from people, away from the bad smell of garbage and the bad breath of people. I could be the king of the world. I could see everything that happens in the world, could do whatever I want. Could build a small house and use the rain as water. Could decide if I want another piece of cake or not.
The sun would become my friend. We would talk about anything and everything.
I needed to try this out. I got up on a wooden box and jumped, jumped high, high, high but not high enough. BANG! I fell on the floor.
As I rose my body felt very light, I could float through the fresh air… I turned around several times and ended up falling again. “Hmm”, I sniffed the grass. Too bad it has a bad taste.
I was so excited. I would stay in the garden all my life. It is like being the master, the boss, it’s like ruling the world from home.
Something even more wonderful was in a corner. A pool, it was a circle with fish inside! There was a color gradation… Some shades of brown. Yerk! Yet, fish were inside and seemed delighted. We could see through it; the filth was on the edge. “Let’s dive in it!” I reckoned. Then I noticed that they were watching me and if I wanted to get back what they took from me, I had to hold back my longings.
Blackmail, the worst thing on Earth. “It’s alright, you can do whatever you want” and afterwards, they still won’t let me get it back. I cannot believe it. “You need to take it out of your mind”: awful people.
After the “free time”, I had to be washed and because “I am not able to do it myself properly” they washed me. Yes, I was forced. “you smell bad” YOU smell bad! I was completely assisted.
I must undress, I must get in the bath, I must be submitted.
Here came the torture. Who created the shampoo? Every time, it penetrates my eyes and burn really hard! I even ate some. Yerk again! And I almost drowned.
They rub every limb of my body, for what? In order to make me shine brilliantly? Arrgh!
I like feeling the water running over my skin, though. It seems familiar.
Achoo! I sneezed. I tried to struggle but they were ready to halt me.
Once out, I had to be wiped. But just “wiped”! I never signed for being scrubbed! While I was shivering cold, they unsheathed the towel and wrapped me. Hmm, warm and tight.
I headed to my room and grabbed my new clothes. Put them on and met everyone in the car.
No surprising, no one asked me if I minded going. They started the engine “Vroom-vroom!”, Gosh this car made a very loud noise and made everything tremble.
The trip was not of the straightest. After ten minutes, “BLUURRP!” I threw up. Well, you knew I didn’t like taking the car. Obviously, I’ve been scolded! “Remember what you’ve been told”.
After a few tissues and a couple of water sips, we were actually there. There: the immense building of the city. I was pretty much certain that the building’s summit touched the summit of the universe itself. The clouds also. I had to get into it. Yet, I took “minuscule” steps, I was dragging my feet.
They knew I never meant to vomit on my lap, it makes sense, right?
The unfairness of these people was outrageous; but as I expected, I failed in attracting their attention, they ignored me.
The building in front of us was endless. I tried to locate the summit of the building among the clouds but kept being distracted by the people in the streets.
Every single person stared at me. Their big round eyes were glued on me. They were all bizarre, with a weird chin, a big nose, thin ears, a strange hair. All of them carried bags close to them, they seemed spooked and they spooked me even more.
I then chose to hide my face and looked away. “BAM!” I had stumbled over a root. Oh, no! I felt so ashamed. I wished I had some place to crawl and hide.
People laughed out loud. They pointed at me. I was the reason for their giggles, I was so pathetic that they chose to, publicly, make fun of me. They will certainly tell their families what happened to me today. This will become the best joke.
I overcame this event. Inside the building. A loud, loud, very loud music. I did not know what that was but it entered my head. The lyrics were not understandable. I noticed that is was packed with people everywhere, clothes and people again. Therefore, I stepped out, closed my eyes and started dancing and turning around.
I had entered a dreamful dimension, there was no one but me and little by little, I could feel my entire body fly. Little by little, my physical appearance was there but I was gone. Wow!
I stopped myself at the very last moment not to fall. The saleswoman was gazing at me, and gave me a wide smile. I was a little woozy but stayed on my feet. Who was she? Why did she smile at me? Had we met? I did not know her, that was certain. I was confused.
Even when alone in my own world in my own mind in my own shoes I had to be disrupted? I was boiling. Tears wanted to come out but I strongly struggled to hold them back. At that moment, I discerned them.
I begged them to give it back to me. I needed it desperately. I was exhausted. No empathy: the torture carried on, they let me there, distraught…for a minute. It was time for lunch.
“We can tell that you are tired and weak, you might need to eat something” as you wish! Time to feed myself.
I sat. A very odd man waited on us. He was tall, with no hair, no eye brow, no eye lash. Oh Gosh, what was that? Was he some kind of monster? An alien who would have stumbled upon this planet by mistake? Why did he have to wait on us? Did someone ask him so? Or perhaps he used to live in the clouds and fell from it. The building held it back from smashing the floor and then he started his new life here. Maybe there was all his family up there. Maybe they all fell and work here now. I had to figure this out.
No surprise, the people with me were not paying great attention to me. They needed to “walk me”, you know!
“Yes I know Mr. Snabby, but it’s not time yet, he’s not ready yet” How come you people believe that?
My adrenaline rush was interrupted by the alien. Oh yes, he was back and he was willing to give me food. I could not be certain of his origins. Maybe he was from the clouds, maybe he was from another planet. I could not risk myself and eat anything of my plate. It was definitely a trap.
At the sight of my refusal to eat my food, with a big calm they explained to me that it was important to do what they asked, for my own interest. Right, for my own interest. I had to “be good”!
My plate was full of spaghettis. I wound some around my fork and tried a bite. “ARK!” it was extremely hot! My tongue highly burnt. It was disintegrating I could feel it. I hated this world, I hated these people, I hated this food, I hated this place. I knew it!
I then poured myself a glass of water and drunk it bottoms up. DAAAMNNNN sparkling water?! I wrung my jawbone sideways to swallow it. “Oohhh” I got a chill.
They were watching me, silently.
End of the meal, I had to go to the restroom to relieve myself. I had to go number two. My pee got out of me at an incredible rate. It emptied me. Then, the best part. Uff, it came off. I felt better! I turned around and looked at what came out of my body. The water color reminded me of the pool in the garden. Poor fish.
We made a stop at the grocery store and headed home. I was exhausted, I had not relaxed at all since wake up and it was 3pm.
Weak as I was, it was the perfect time to give it back to me. No, no, no, a series of unending refusals.
I stopped by the TV. People on the screen were pointless. My fatigue caught up with me as I tried not to lose track of the show.
I woke up a few hours later and it was evening. Still the same people. They all had big traits. Big noses, big lips, big foreheads. I rolled on the sofa and changed the channel. My head was spinning.
I stumbled upon a program on animals. A big, gorgeous tiger, a leopard, a cougar and a tall, very tall giraffe. They were hunting. No, really, they really made the decision to focus on the mutual tearing of flesh of animals. Gross! It totally broke my heart; I did not expect that.
All the details were showing. How can people be so emotionless and show us this? And, by the way, why do animals kill each other? It was the most awful thing I had ever seen.
It was the end of the day, I could not help it, I cried. I sat on the sofa and blinked. Still real. As I rolled my arms around my knees, I heard a door slam. Oh, no! The creators of the show saw me crying and wanted me to see how it is in reality. I don’t want to go!
I jumped off the couch and sped to the kitchen, attempting to find someone, anyone.
There they were. My eyes had swollen and I was terrified.
“Here!” Mum said, “You didn’t do very well today, huh? It’s alright, I know you’ll manage to be a big boy soon” she added, handing me my Teddy.
Phew, the torture was eventually over. “I don’t want to be a big boy” I reckoned, looking at teddy “…and the others at school will have to do with it!”.
I sneezed and wound myself with my arms. Was that day time already? Gosh. My eyes hardly opened. Alright, then, I needed to get up. I rose my back and sat on the mat, I was pitching, very, very dizzy. Aoutch! My nose smashed the pillow. Ok, second shot… I made it! My body was burdensome.
My vision was still blurry so I blinked and ventured on the descent into the room. Perilous.
I craned a leg to the floor, clung myself to the comforter and hit the floor. My balance was endangered. I bent and slid on a magazine. Great, I lay on the carpet.
My eyes visited the room, up, left, right, down; the room that I discovered was immense, very spacious and luminous. The ceiling was far far away. It was of perfect blue. Exactly the color I would have chosen.
Did I say luminous? Damn, the chandelier was colossal. Circular, with little diamonds of different interesting forms. As I observed every single form, my look turned captivated with some poster. A woman, a small, black-haired young woman, with a white dress and fringes at the end of her blue sleeves. A ribbon in her hair, she was riding a horse and she was staring at me. Who ARE you, lady? By the time I ended up not having answered my question, my body had probably sunk into the carpet; I could not move. I knew her, I thought.
My entire soul strove to get up and overcame this ordeal. I decided to go take a walk to the other rooms. As I stood up, the whole world started spinning. The poster was in my bed, the light on the chair, the door on the wardrobe, my feet began tap dancing to recover balance. It’s alright, I made it again.
Once at the feet of the door, I struggled to open it. Seriously, who made the decision to set up a handle like that? I am so deeply exhausted! I had no other choice than bursting in tears. I am such a mess! Please can someone help me out? I looked for something to unlock the door and noticed how filthy the room was. The dust was weird, though. It was black, I knelt and touched it, it was like a really small ball, like a shaggy sheep-hair ball.
Actually, my bed was really comfy, I reckoned, let’s go back in it. Wait, no, I am hungry. No, I’m tired. Well, actually, I’m tired and hungry. Ok I’m going on some pretty angry rants about myself. This is what happens when you spent an agitated night like I did. This terrible repeating noise in my ears all night long. Arrghh! “Have a good night” they said. HAHA! People are full of love, aren’t they?
I returned to the handle ordeal, determinate to win by knockout. It opened. Very easily. This door was extremely heavy, don’t ask me why. Does this authorization to step out should be won? Please, it’s early morning! Don’t know, but I got out.
I slunk into the first other room I could find at “home”. Oh, no, not this one. I remembered this room; it was the worst. It was where they like to torture me for hours. Well, let’s get out of there. I sneezed. I needed a tissue but I had none. I was not sick, no need to be assisted! It was alright.
Suddenly, I realized why the woman looked familiar. I dreamt of her last night, a really bad night. It makes me think of yesterday, probably the worst day of my life. The longest, the most boring day of my entire life, they tired me out, because “we have to go out and have fun, or we will go insane in here!”. Right, so everything I underwent was to keep me away from insanity. Someone needs to explain me this.
Let’s recap what happened yesterday. From the beginning, well, I woke up while it was still dark outside. It was not time to get up but my sleeping time had come to an end. But, above all, my sleeping time was forced to come to an end. I insist. “Wake up!!” they said. “It’s time!” they repeated. Damn, my dream was the greatest. All the people I adored were there. They were all laughing at my jokes and had fun listening to my stories. Never mind, my night was OVER.
As they shook me, my saliva, flowed on my pillow from last night got right back at me, on my cheeks. I hated them and I let them know.
They had me dressed. As usual, a pair of jeans and a dark sweater. I collapsed on the floor at the first footstep. You want me to follow you? Alright, I’ll creep, my legs won’t make it.
You know why I don’t like “home”? Because whenever you need to eat, you need to go down the stairs, the most sloped stairs ever. There is no need to beat around the bush: I was afraid of heights and yet, they decided to set up very steep stairs.
One foot at a time, thanks God, there was a ramp. The kind of ramp that is held by too-large rings. So that when trying to hold yourself, you almost smash your face on the wall. And yesterday, I cut my lower lip and lost a wide amount of blood. I was terrified. It even swelled. As hours went by, my pain became worse and I could not go farther. I flung my belongings and called out for help. All these people supposed to be helping me were “occupied”. My life is a series of pain and doggedness.
Of course, they were downstairs, observing me, congratulating me for this such amazing effort of mine.
By the time we finished having breakfast, it was time to go out. First thing I remember, I was dazzled. The daylight penetrated my eyes. I still remember the feeling of burning and disintegrating I had in my eyes that obliged me to look away.
The lawn was dump and large. What an amazing location! There were colors everywhere. It looked like a rainbow, it was the most beautiful, wondrous, incredible, memorable, peculiar, colorful, powerful landscape I had ever seen. As I said, that day, the sun was gleaming and every color was even more vivid.
I could feel the wet grass snaking between my toes. It gave me chills! My merriment was endless. I was barefoot and my feet were dirtier as I walked around. It was a delicious feeling. I could walk all day long barefoot on the grass. Why do not people do that? I began hopping on it. Again and again! Wouah! Loved it, loved it, loved it!
My laugh sounded in the whole neighborhood. I guess… I then bent, knelt and shook my bottom on the tip of the herbs. Oh yeah! Feels wet on my bottom, hahaha!
Funny episode, huh? But what happened next was even better: I met Mr. I’m-too-busy-to-talk-with-you-but-please-gaze-at-me! It is a butterfly. The best creature on Earth. No kidding. The butterfly has a double life. Double personality. Double name. Double physical appearance. I wish I could be a butterfly. The comeliness of it was indescribable. It was composed with yellow, orange, dark and white.
I know, mighty! I saw its little mouth and decided to feed it, so I snatched some herbs and chewed it. Not so good. I spat it on my hand and gave it to the butterfly. Guess what? It flew away!
Doesn’t matter, there were still plenty of flowers to contemplate. All different. My excitement was out of control. I was like hovering over the garden. Did I say the garden? No, the Nature! The whole Nature in front of me, embodied in flowers, petals, wind, sun, clouds, herbs! I was completely seduced.
There were a few clouds in the sky. High, high, high in the sky. I could not take my eyes off of them. I wished I could eat them. It looks like cotton candy.
What an amazing life, living on the clouds, away from people, away from the bad smell of garbage and the bad breath of people. I could be the king of the world. I could see everything that happens in the world, could do whatever I want. Could build a small house and use the rain as water. Could decide if I want another piece of cake or not.
The sun would become my friend. We would talk about anything and everything.
I needed to try this out. I got up on a wooden box and jumped, jumped high, high, high but not high enough. BANG! I fell on the floor.
As I rose my body felt very light, I could float through the fresh air… I turned around several times and ended up falling again. “Hmm”, I sniffed the grass. Too bad it has a bad taste.
I was so excited. I would stay in the garden all my life. It is like being the master, the boss, it’s like ruling the world from home.
Something even more wonderful was in a corner. A pool, it was a circle with fish inside! There was a color gradation… Some shades of brown. Yerk! Yet, fish were inside and seemed delighted. We could see through it; the filth was on the edge. “Let’s dive in it!” I reckoned. Then I noticed that they were watching me and if I wanted to get back what they took from me, I had to hold back my longings.
Blackmail, the worst thing on Earth. “It’s alright, you can do whatever you want” and afterwards, they still won’t let me get it back. I cannot believe it. “You need to take it out of your mind”: awful people.
After the “free time”, I had to be washed and because “I am not able to do it myself properly” they washed me. Yes, I was forced. “you smell bad” YOU smell bad! I was completely assisted.
I must undress, I must get in the bath, I must be submitted.
Here came the torture. Who created the shampoo? Every time, it penetrates my eyes and burn really hard! I even ate some. Yerk again! And I almost drowned.
They rub every limb of my body, for what? In order to make me shine brilliantly? Arrgh!
I like feeling the water running over my skin, though. It seems familiar.
Achoo! I sneezed. I tried to struggle but they were ready to halt me.
Once out, I had to be wiped. But just “wiped”! I never signed for being scrubbed! While I was shivering cold, they unsheathed the towel and wrapped me. Hmm, warm and tight.
I headed to my room and grabbed my new clothes. Put them on and met everyone in the car.
No surprising, no one asked me if I minded going. They started the engine “Vroom-vroom!”, Gosh this car made a very loud noise and made everything tremble.
The trip was not of the straightest. After ten minutes, “BLUURRP!” I threw up. Well, you knew I didn’t like taking the car. Obviously, I’ve been scolded! “Remember what you’ve been told”.
After a few tissues and a couple of water sips, we were actually there. There: the immense building of the city. I was pretty much certain that the building’s summit touched the summit of the universe itself. The clouds also. I had to get into it. Yet, I took “minuscule” steps, I was dragging my feet.
They knew I never meant to vomit on my lap, it makes sense, right?
The unfairness of these people was outrageous; but as I expected, I failed in attracting their attention, they ignored me.
The building in front of us was endless. I tried to locate the summit of the building among the clouds but kept being distracted by the people in the streets.
Every single person stared at me. Their big round eyes were glued on me. They were all bizarre, with a weird chin, a big nose, thin ears, a strange hair. All of them carried bags close to them, they seemed spooked and they spooked me even more.
I then chose to hide my face and looked away. “BAM!” I had stumbled over a root. Oh, no! I felt so ashamed. I wished I had some place to crawl and hide.
People laughed out loud. They pointed at me. I was the reason for their giggles, I was so pathetic that they chose to, publicly, make fun of me. They will certainly tell their families what happened to me today. This will become the best joke.
I overcame this event. Inside the building. A loud, loud, very loud music. I did not know what that was but it entered my head. The lyrics were not understandable. I noticed that is was packed with people everywhere, clothes and people again. Therefore, I stepped out, closed my eyes and started dancing and turning around.
I had entered a dreamful dimension, there was no one but me and little by little, I could feel my entire body fly. Little by little, my physical appearance was there but I was gone. Wow!
I stopped myself at the very last moment not to fall. The saleswoman was gazing at me, and gave me a wide smile. I was a little woozy but stayed on my feet. Who was she? Why did she smile at me? Had we met? I did not know her, that was certain. I was confused.
Even when alone in my own world in my own mind in my own shoes I had to be disrupted? I was boiling. Tears wanted to come out but I strongly struggled to hold them back. At that moment, I discerned them.
I begged them to give it back to me. I needed it desperately. I was exhausted. No empathy: the torture carried on, they let me there, distraught…for a minute. It was time for lunch.
“We can tell that you are tired and weak, you might need to eat something” as you wish! Time to feed myself.
I sat. A very odd man waited on us. He was tall, with no hair, no eye brow, no eye lash. Oh Gosh, what was that? Was he some kind of monster? An alien who would have stumbled upon this planet by mistake? Why did he have to wait on us? Did someone ask him so? Or perhaps he used to live in the clouds and fell from it. The building held it back from smashing the floor and then he started his new life here. Maybe there was all his family up there. Maybe they all fell and work here now. I had to figure this out.
No surprise, the people with me were not paying great attention to me. They needed to “walk me”, you know!
“Yes I know Mr. Snabby, but it’s not time yet, he’s not ready yet” How come you people believe that?
My adrenaline rush was interrupted by the alien. Oh yes, he was back and he was willing to give me food. I could not be certain of his origins. Maybe he was from the clouds, maybe he was from another planet. I could not risk myself and eat anything of my plate. It was definitely a trap.
At the sight of my refusal to eat my food, with a big calm they explained to me that it was important to do what they asked, for my own interest. Right, for my own interest. I had to “be good”!
My plate was full of spaghettis. I wound some around my fork and tried a bite. “ARK!” it was extremely hot! My tongue highly burnt. It was disintegrating I could feel it. I hated this world, I hated these people, I hated this food, I hated this place. I knew it!
I then poured myself a glass of water and drunk it bottoms up. DAAAMNNNN sparkling water?! I wrung my jawbone sideways to swallow it. “Oohhh” I got a chill.
They were watching me, silently.
End of the meal, I had to go to the restroom to relieve myself. I had to go number two. My pee got out of me at an incredible rate. It emptied me. Then, the best part. Uff, it came off. I felt better! I turned around and looked at what came out of my body. The water color reminded me of the pool in the garden. Poor fish.
We made a stop at the grocery store and headed home. I was exhausted, I had not relaxed at all since wake up and it was 3pm.
Weak as I was, it was the perfect time to give it back to me. No, no, no, a series of unending refusals.
I stopped by the TV. People on the screen were pointless. My fatigue caught up with me as I tried not to lose track of the show.
I woke up a few hours later and it was evening. Still the same people. They all had big traits. Big noses, big lips, big foreheads. I rolled on the sofa and changed the channel. My head was spinning.
I stumbled upon a program on animals. A big, gorgeous tiger, a leopard, a cougar and a tall, very tall giraffe. They were hunting. No, really, they really made the decision to focus on the mutual tearing of flesh of animals. Gross! It totally broke my heart; I did not expect that.
All the details were showing. How can people be so emotionless and show us this? And, by the way, why do animals kill each other? It was the most awful thing I had ever seen.
It was the end of the day, I could not help it, I cried. I sat on the sofa and blinked. Still real. As I rolled my arms around my knees, I heard a door slam. Oh, no! The creators of the show saw me crying and wanted me to see how it is in reality. I don’t want to go!
I jumped off the couch and sped to the kitchen, attempting to find someone, anyone.
There they were. My eyes had swollen and I was terrified.
“Here!” Mum said, “You didn’t do very well today, huh? It’s alright, I know you’ll manage to be a big boy soon” she added, handing me my Teddy.
Phew, the torture was eventually over. “I don’t want to be a big boy” I reckoned, looking at teddy “…and the others at school will have to do with it!”.