by Ally Barillas, Ninth Grade
My story begins under the earth. It was
dark and cold but I was comfortable there. Dirt and stones surrounded
me but it was peaceful there. For years I slept and slumbered there.
It was always quiet and nothing ever happened. Until something
unexpected happened. The ground above me trembled. It shook and
broke. Sunlight burst through the cracks and two grimy hands plucked
and pulled me from my place. I was lifted high above the ground, too
high. I was scared, terrified, agitated. Everything was moving so
fast. I looked out and took in the view. The green fields stretched
to the sides of the mountains. The sky had wisps of clouds and was
full of colorful hues.
I was tossed into a bag full of all my
dirty friends. Our lumpy skin bumped and scratched against each
other. We were cleaned then shipped off to who knows where. I was one
of the lucky ones; I seemed to survive longer than the others. Every
so often, someone would open the bag and and take a few of us out.
However, whomever was picked would never come back. Knowing I was to
die, I mentally and physically prepared myself for the future.
I was picked next. I was bashed, cooked
and stabbed. Being placed on a plate, I was cut into shapes and I
felt my white insides exposed. Butter washed through me; it burned
and melted and seemed to glow in the candle light. Salt was sprinkled
over me. It stung and blinded me. Streams of hot air twirled and
danced in the air. Piece by piece I was eaten. I closed my eyes and
died. I was brought to the spirit realm where I was reunited with my
friends.
Students were given an object which they had to describe and personify but could not reveal the object directly in their writing. Did you guess this mystery object?
A Potato
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