6

"Delicious!" my mom said as she winked to me. We were at my great aunt Sharon's house eating a dinner that she had prepared. We weren't exactly sure that it was edible though. I knew that my mom wanted to make a good impression on Aunt Sharon and she really wanted me to enjoy my food, or at least act like i enjoyed it. I gazed down at my oddly colored, lumpy plate. It seemed to look into my stomach. I glanced at my mom and she gave me an encouraging look.

"Take a bite, please!" she mouthed to me in an anxious way.

"This isn't even food!" I mouthed back.

Aunt Sharon walked in the room as me and my mom were arguing silently and making akward facial exaggerations to each other as we spoke. "Good thing Aunt Sharon is practically blind," I whispered almost silently to myself. "And deaf," I mumbled again as she looked down to me with an innocent smile. My fork leaped into my hand and I slowly motioned toward my macaroni/meatloaf/fruit salad. My poor fork touched the food as it jiggled across the plate. I found the most attractive piece of food and stuck it in my mouth. It seemed to be alive inside my now soiled mouth. It slithered down my esophagus like a snake hunting its prey. It plopped into my stomach as my stomach turned inside out. "Yumm!" I said as delightfully as possible. My head was saying the complete opposite.