I am at my best friend's, Maria's, house. I was invited for dinner. I only accepted because if I had said, "No thank you!" she would've cried until I was forced to come. I saved myself a lot of trouble! I walk into the door and I almost fall backward because the stench of dirty gym socks and dead mice fill the air. "What is that smell?" I stutter. "Just Dinner! Mmmmm! I think you are going to like it!" came Maria's reply.
After one hour, we go to the dining area to prepare for the meal. The place mats were used napkins and I counted seven ants in my fruit punch! I try to hold back my lunch. Maria says that I can sit where ever I want so I sit on the far corner of the table, away from the putrid smell that comes from the kitchen. Finally, dinner arrives. I look at the stuff on my plate. I see flies zooming all over my meal. I want to be polite and eat it but, then again, I don't want to die! It seems to be...... "What is it?" I ask Maria's mother. She answers, "Liver! It's delicious! Try it!" I pick up my fork at poke at the 'food.' I slowly dump a bit into my mouth and swallow. It wriggles down my throat. I can feel the lumpiness and try to imagine smooth Jell-o rather than the warts that I think are crawling down my esophagus. As soon as it reaches my stomach, my body screams in disagreement! My stomach is trying to throw it back up, but I keep my mouth tightly shut. "Are you, 'nyom nyom,' going to, 'nyom,' eat that, 'gulp'?" Maria asks through her liver filled mouth. I shake my head. She quickly scoops it up and plops in on her plate before her mom takes it, and smiles at me.

I return home an hour later and my mother asks, "So, how was it? Did you like the food?" I couldn't respond. I was still trying to hold back the first bite.