WOW, GUESS WHO CAN’T COME UP WITH A BRILLIANT TITLE?? HUH??
NO, SERIOUS MAN, GUESS!!! NO? DON’T KNOW?
IT’S—IT’S—WAIT FOR IT--- ME!!!
Wow, I bet you must be like—paralyzed with shock.
I’m going to try now, to put my literature skills to work and tell what happened to me yesterday in…a story-like form. Wish me good luck. Because I desperately need it.
-------My Wakening-------
“Ema, wait up, it’s already 8. Do you want to be late?!” A shout broke through frivolous dreams. I open my eyes as a burst of sunlight breaks though the just-opened-blinds.
“Argh, it’s blinding,” I managed to say as I flip my blanket over me and closed my eyes again. Ah, so warm…so cozy…so perfec—
“EMA, WAKE UP!!”
“Alright, alright Mom, coming,” I sit up from bed blinking my eyes rapidly, and then gave a big sigh. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room
“Hurry, don’t take a long shower either,” It managed to echo through the halls and into my head. Giving a big sigh, I fall back into bed. Just two more minutes…
“EMA NAKEF!!”
“ALRIGHT, I’M, COMING!!”
-------My Ever Pleasant Morning-------
I reached for the slice of lime and the little plastic cup of chili to add more zest to the bland-ish porridge, as all porridge are. Plop, went the chili, into the bowl. Lime: Squi—
“Do you need me to do that?” My dad was looking over at me through his porridge.
Okay…You’d better have a good reason for this… “Why?”
“Your fingers aren’t strong enough.”
What?? Hello?? Can we say sexist?? “Dad, I can do it.” I gave him a tired/raised eyebrow look.
“Yea, sure.”
Now, without interruption…
Lime: Squirt.
-------Now-------
It is officially a day afterwards. I am officially writing this down. I am officially tired of doing stories. My name is not Ema Nakef. Read it backwards, weirdo.
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