Ambrosia
I didn't have the chance to say good-bye to my mom. I don't want to be in this ugly room. Its gray and bleak and reminds me of a rainy day. And it stinks. I want to throw a tantrum but no one is paying attention to me anyways so I don't. I just sit on this circular podium. It makes me feel important, but then I realize that there are others. Most of them are empty.
I see other people. I hear them. They are not making pretty sounds like mom makes when she opens her mouth. I try to smile at them and be pleasant like my mom would tell me, but it smells so awful I can't help myself but to frown.
A woman comes up to me with a smile on her face.
"My name is Amphitrite, what is your name darling?" she asks.
"My name is Ambrosia!" I tell her. Dad tells me not to talk to strangers, but I tell her anyways. She is pretty and reminds me of my mom so I smile at her and offer my hand to shake.
"Honey, do you know where you are?" she asks.
"In an ugly room," I tell her sourly.
"I'm sorry, I can show you a way to a prettier room," she offers. I smile and nod and stand up as she offers me a hand. "You want to walk there or shall I carry you?"
I give hear my largest grin. Mom has not carried me in the longest time and I love to be carried. I nod adamantly as she picks me up.
Amphitrite
The little girl smiles to eagerly at me, I hate to double-cross her in such a manner, but if I don't kill her, someone else will in such a more unpleasant manner. I smile and tell her to close her eyes and that we would be there in a moment before I put one of the mines I had found in the Cornucopia onto her back.
"I'm going to put you down for a moment while I open the door," I tell her as I activate the bomb and run away as far as possible. I tell myself to count to five as I watch her sit there with that crooked smile. Once I hit three however, I can't bear too look at the little girl, so trusting. There are parents out there who will never forgive me, and as a warm fleshy unidentifiable bodily waste splatters my arm, I have a feeling I'll never forgive myself either.
...that was a sad one.
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