I took a deep breath, cleaned myself, cursed myself for being clumsy, and went downstairs to eat. The elevator doors opened and I saw over 150 people in the lobby. I nearly fainted. I felt like my lungs would not expand and for a second everything went black. I quickly walked over to the bathroom and slapped myself a couple of times.
I shielded my self from it and closed my eyes just as it opened its mouth and dove at me. Every thing was black until I opened eyes looking around my room and wiping the sweat and slobber from my scaly forehead. I began stomping my way down the stairs into the kitchen. “Good morning, my little monster. How did you sleep?” Mom said “Horrible, I had I nightmare that I was a human being chased by a bigger monster.” I replied “ Well, at least it was all a dream.
In the corner behind the toilet, the dog hair swirled in little eddies, and the rim of the toilet had faint speckles of urine, unnoticeable to anyone not at eye level. The shower was on and the fan running as a distraction. Every once in awhile I would knock a bar of soap into the tub with a heavy thud or set a bottle down hard enough so that anyone listening at the door would be fooled and actually think I was in the shower. I used to vomit in the shower, pushing the chunks of food and bright colored foamy mucus down the drain, but one night, in my hurry to clean up, I had not been able to push a slice of pickle down the drain grates and my mother found it. Pickles, raw vegetables, and spaghetti were the hardest foods to fit down the drain.
I bet the reason everyone went running was because Larissa forgot to shave her legs again. It is a horrific sight. Howeve... ... middle of paper ... ... no echoes of noise, just silence. It was the creepiest feeling I ever felt! On our way to find anyone in the kitchen, we passed the repugnant bathroom where the man lied.
The man slipped and crashed onto his sink. She struggled and got up she grabbed the wall and noticed a sharp pain in her leg. Suddenly she felt that strong grip again and it pulled her feet and she fell face first onto the tile flooring. The man got on top of her and she screamed and struggled and punched the man. He slapped her face, which was covered in blood from her nose, but she continued struggling.
This foul odor is probably because they threw rotten eggs at me. No wonder they stink so bad. I push through the door of the shower enclosure, to completely clean myself up. As the hot water drips down to my face, I shut my eyes, starting to recall what happened. I hate myself.
She could here their laughter, their fingers pointing at her as her tray slipped from her hands and made a mess on the cafeteria floor. "You are such a dopey idiot" they shouted from the queue, she glanced up to find them all looking at her as if they were in a freak show and she was the principal act. A lady from behind the counter came out with a mop and bucket and told her to clean up the mess, she felt humiliated and stupid. "Quiet everyone", suddenly the director came into the cafeteria, everybody went back to there seats and continued with there meal. The director walked up to Layla, she could see his shinny black shoes.
That was my first time ever having sexual intercourse and I hated it. I washed my body and then I got out the tub and put on my bathrobe. When I got in my room to put on another pair of underwear I noticed that I was still bleeding since I didn’t know what to do I just went to sleep. As I lay in my bed I prayed that this was all a dream and when I woke up it would all be a dream. My alarm clock went off and I woke up.
Justin didn’t hesitate in telling her that, yes, he was having an affair. She was so distraught over the news that she had kicked him out of the house after a lengthy screaming match. Now, Tracy sat in the tub, water to her chin, and her right hand on the ledge of the tub, fumbling lightly with a single edge razor blade. She opened her eyes and delicately ran her finger over the shinning blade. She’d teach Justin.
Make your beds. Get up, get up??" Throwing my towel around my neck, I went to the foul toothbrushes and walked into the bathroom. Four sinks, bolted to the wall, provide about seven toothbrushes and water for our pearly whites. Once I finished, I wiped my mouth and threw it into the bin for the dirty laundry and grabbed a broom and trudged back into my room, with envious thoughts of... ... middle of paper ... ...te it as being the worst time of their life.