It could have been a normal day, but I had a strange feeling it wasn't. I always seem to feel that way for no real reason, but today was different somehow. I walked out of my house and started walking to school. There were only a few weeks of school left. The winter had finally retreated to spring times, though it did not go easily. Everything at school seemed normal. I was bothered by something, but that was normal.
I passed it off as excitement for the nearing of schools end. As a junior, I would graduate next year. I was very scared because I decided to get a tougher job as a grade school teacher. It would be tough to handle kids, but I love them anyway. They aren't always innocent and are sometimes cruel, but often they are strange and they don't know why they are. I also can teach them important life lessons when they get into trouble.
I don't want them to be bullies to others when they age. I had plenty knowledge on that subject as a victim of bullying. I had enough and punched the guy. I am still happy I did that, as he was the cliche bully, taking lunches, pushing people off chairs to take for his own. Sure, I was mercilessly beat down by him, but he got into trouble and never bothered anyone again. I also got into trouble, but I didn't harm him as much, so I was left with a warning. "
Tell the teachers if you are being bullied" as they said. I did that once, they didn't do a thing about it since they can't punish someone just because someone said something happened. That doesn't sound quite right... Anyway, it makes sense, but made me extremely angry.
I actually flipped the table. I was sent to in-school suspension soon after. This has nothing to do with what was about to happen though. When school ended, I started walking home. A car quickly came and ran over the curb, missing me by 10 feet. I stopped walking.
"Ugh, lunatics! Use your blinker before making a turn." I complained. I continued walking again. I passed a fallen tree, which was chopped down during English. I passed a row of three houses that all were painted green for some reason. Walking across the highway that runs through the town, I noticed a cardinal chirping.
It flew off to unknown places. I walked along side state street and turned left to Rocky road, a small and short street. Turning right this time at the end of the street, I was on Flower street, the street our house was on.
I crossed the road and went into my house. Walking through the dining room, I noticed I went into the kitchen and slipped on the wet floor. I fell on my butt, and got up again.
"Ha-ha-ha!" I laughed at my clumsiness. I got up and used the wooden countertop to keep myself from falling again.
"Mom must have done the dishes and made a small mess." I whispered to myself. I got to the fridge and took out some bread. Why the bread was in the fridge? The winter left a very warm spring in it's wake. I took a bite and swallowed.
The bread tasted strange, not a good strange either. It was then I looked at the bread's insides. It was moldy inside. Green, black, purple, every color but the right one. I suddenly didn't feel good. Everything seemed to swirl, but it may have been just me trying to get to the bathroom quickly. I didn't get close.
The bread in my hand fell as I collapsed, slipping on the wet floor. I tried to crawl, but I quickly lost the energy to move my arms and legs. The bread fell next where I managed to crawl. Most people would be fine, just very sick if they ate bread like that. I was severely allergic to a single strand of mold that grows on bread gone bad. I only crawled a foot, so I was not close to the bathroom and my allergy medicine.
I was on my stomach, looking out the kitchen door. I raised my head one more time before I couldn't lift it up anymore. My eyes closed, possibly because of swelling, or possibly because I lacked the energy to keep my eyes open. I let out a groan before my throat swelled shut. Mom would eventually enter, finding me like this. The last thing I thought then was "Why did I have to eat the bread?" before complete darkness veiled me.
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Yes, this will be a Pokemon mystery dungeon fiction if the title does explain that. Why? Because I suck at writing any other kind of fiction besides poems.