Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Adolescence/Teen Years (07/16/09)
- TITLE: ANGELICA
By Allan Morelos
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This new round queen size bed is just perfect for me. How sweet-smelling is its lilac-scent! Mmmmmmmmm. So soft. Comfortable. As pleasantly refreshing as this Sunday evening spring’s fragrance. What’s the most comfortable angle here? Let me try this one. Face down; flat on my tummy? My abs, my breast, yeah, my face tingle with the warmth and baby-powder freshness of this bed. I love this bed!
Where’s my giant Hello Kitty? Ah, it fell off. I’d better reach it before Blossom, my white and chubby cat, takes a snooze on it. Stretch. Stretch. A little bit mooooore. Gotcha!
Hello, my Hello Kitty! You feel just like my best friend, Heather. Let me give you a hug. How’d you like my smooches on your tummy-tummy? Ummph. Aaaah. Again? Okay, again. Ummmph. Aaaaaah. One more time. Ummmmph. Aaaaaah. That’s fun.
You know what, my Hello Kitty? Your marshmallow softness reminds me of the smooth and shiny satin dress Heather wore this morning at church. She looked so elegant. And classy. But why did she say I looked like a bum with the hooked silver ring on my navel? It looks great to me! I feel good about it too. Rob, that tall, dark and rugged handsome brother of hers, doesn’t like it either. Yeah, yeah. Rob is cute. And wonderful. So what?
Ouch! What’s under this pillow? Oh, my thick history book. I know. I know. Unit test from pages 87 to 95 tomorrow. Yes sir. I’ll do that. But I just can’t remember the dates. Confederates. Union soldiers. General Grant. Appomatox. Who cares? If I’d be a successful supermodel one day, who needs General Lee? My classmates are just envious of me. They’d say I’m like one of the dumb blonde girls they knew. Even though I’m no blonde. And I’m certainly not that dumb.
I’ll roll over here to see myself on the huge oval mirror opposite my bed. See? Ain’t I beautiful? No wonder they’re envious. I’d better come closer to the mirror. Look at that. Now I know why my English teacher said that I’ve got a face that could launch a thousand ships. And what’s this? Gee, a pimple. Yuckie. No, don’t panic. You’re still okay.
Heather said that I’ve got the breast of the goddess Venus, too. It’s my hooked silver ring on my navel that she didn’t like. But I love it! I love it. I’m different. Right? I should be different. Beautifully different! Aaaaah, I love this bed.
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