The Chameleon Shelves
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Chameleon mania Advanced
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Chameleon mania AdvancedI had a story
I didn’t know I never posted it here :0 -
I knew I should have worn a parachute this morning.
There I was, hurtling at a fast pace towards the solid concrete beneath my flailing arms and legs. I screamed and tried to swim through the air. Sadly, it wasn't possible. So I accepted my fate, tumbling down and splatting onto the ground with an 'oof.'
Earlier that same day I had just woken up, thinking it was just another day. Well, not really. Every day is a little different. Mom woke me up by calling up the stairs, the sound traveling right into my room as I shot up like an arrow. I tiptoed out of bed and creeped down the stairs, peeking at all the paintings that lined the staircase.
I screamed. I knew this hallway was haunted. The paintings looked as if they were about to jump out at me. Tumbling down the stairs as I tripped on my own foot and splatted right on the floor. Yeah, I should've worn a parachute. I groaned and lifted my face off the ground and saw my mother's shoes. Looking up, I could see her with a pan in her hand, ready for the day as she lifted me off the ground and hurried to the kitchen table. There it was, my breakfast. I stuck out my tongue and shuddered at the thought of what horrendous monster would be awaiting me.
Nearing it, my mind swirled in a thought of all the things it might've been. A lava monster? Bigfoot? CARBS!? Never mind that one. Breathing heavily, I pictured a wild and lush jungle around me. The countertops turned into trees and logs, the sink into a large, murky river. Everything was different now, and I could hear a soft growl coming from my plate. Now, my imagination turned me into the fiercest explorer, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I reached out to grab the fork and knife that had been set out for me – the weapons I would use to defeat this horrid monster. Sliding into my special chair (I had never once sat in any other chair but this one), I opened my eyes and stared at my breakfast.
The kitchen began to turn back to normal, mother was washing the dishes as the trees and logs became counters again. It was staring right at me. Two large eyes with yellow irises and a crooked smile...
Mother wasn't very good at making smiley faces out of bacon and eggs, was she? I turned around and stared at my mother with half-lidded eyes,
"This isn't very healthy, you know."
I shook my head slowly, disappointed that she would dare feed me an unhealthy breakfast. But mother frowned at me, and a few minutes later a bagel with smoked salmon and cream cheese was set out in front of me. I suppose that's a bit better.
Mother drove me to school, and the morning went by as it always did. Just another day of excruciating brain-pain and hard working classes. My first class was Language Arts, where we got to meet a famous author.
Boring.
The second class of the day was Science. It was also boring. C'mon, Mr. Handly didn't give us candy like he always did after watching movies about scientists.
How boring.
Now it was lunch time, and I greedily ate up the BLT mom had packed for lunch... not before taking out the bacon, of course. I prefer to eat an 'LT', if you know what I mean. It's much healthier. I also almost dropped my bacon under the table before I remembered that you couldn't bring dogs to school. So no one could take my extra food. I put my chips back in my lunchbox, because they weren't healthy.
Recess! Possibly the best time of the day. It was like Christmas, like the feeling of your birthday rolling around, the feeling of pure joy and happiness. Yes, that's what recess was – happiness and freedom. I immediately dashed for the swings, because everyone knows that the swings are the best part about recess. I started off, slow, and then I was soon swinging through the air. My legs kicked up and down, sending my higher and higher. Of course, I wouldn't want to send myself to space. Because everybody knows you have to be an astronaut to do that!
But that's when I flung off the swings. I was too high. I slipped and I was thrown into the air. I was so high! Was this flying? Cause if it was, I liked it a lot! But the worst part was when I realized that gravity was a thing. Curse gravity! It always ruins everything.
So now we're back to the start of this story. I look stupid, don’t I?
I really, really, really, should've worn a parachute this morning. -
Author’s Note
This was based off of a one-liner that my teacher gave our English class! I really liked this, so I decided to put it here! -
I love it! It's so entertaining and poppy, I could read a whole book about this ^^
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