The 7am bus was late as per usual. Candy took yet another glace down at her
watch. It was now 7:30am. She wished the bus would hurry up...she kinda
needed to pee. Ten minutes later the bus still hadn't arrived at the
crowded bus stop. Candy's urge to pee was worsening FAST. She crossed her
legs tighter. Where is the bus??? She was simply going to burst if that bus
didn't turn the corner RIGHT NOW!!! The urge was mounting every second. Oh
god I NEED to pee. She stood up and started a jig. This didn't work. She
walked over to the rail and grabbed it tightly. Hurry up bus!!! Candy
started swinging madly off the rail. Where the HELL is the bus??? She
slipped...and fell into what could have only been one thing...warm lemon
cordial. The people at the stop where now giving her strange looks. The bus
turned the corner. Candy felt relieved. And somehow her urge to pee had
been extinguished. Just as she was getting to her feet, the bus grew wings
flew very fast up into the air, came down and landed on Candy.
O shit. O no. please no!!! Candy looked around her. This place looked familiar. Where was she? Well obviously she wasn't dead. She was lying down on a white four poster bed. Her pillow was extremely comfortable and her sheets where made of silk. Der, I'm alive, and in my room, it was all a DREAM!!! She got up and walked on her thickly carpeted floor to a chair. She picked up off the chair, her satin white and pink dressing gown. She walked in her own perfect way into the large ensuite. As she did so she glanced into the large mirror on her wall. Staring back at her was a beautiful 16yr old girl. She had long tanned legs. Perfect teeth. Perfect long brown hair, with a few messy curls. Perfect facial features and a perfect body all round. A sound interrupted her routine; it was more like a loud ear piercing screech than a 'sound'.
"CAndIe," the screech, screeched, "git down 'ere for breikfast!!!"
"coming mother," she shuddered to think that the monster that had just called her to breakfast was her mother.
When Candy finally came down the wide stair way, the dream was completely placed at the back of her mind. As she walked down the stairs, anyone would of thought that she belonged in Hollywood. She wore a short pink and purple, checkered rah-rah skirt, a white mid-drift blouse, with only one button done up, lone baby pink socks with what looked to be the same high heeled school shoes that Brittany Spears wore in her clip "hit me baby one more time". She walked into the kitchen. Sitting in there was a site that highly contrasted with her own beauty. It was her mother. Candy tried not to die as she noticed that her mother had grown more hair on her ears and about a million more warts on her twisted nose.
"Candie deir," it said, "yoi caint wear thait to school, yoi maite git a boyfriend."
Little did her mother know that Candy had been going out since she was in the 7th grade, and that she already had a boyfriend.
"Mother," Candy smartly said back, "don't leave the house without a paper bag over your head...you might get a jail sentence."
"Teeinagers," it screeched. "Where's daddy?" candy smugly asked. Candy knew very well that her father had been having an affair ever since the first week that he had been married to Candy's mother. Her mother, on the other hand, had no idea of this fact.
"He said he haid some paiper wiork to do," It said, busily getting breakfast cleaned off the table. Candy didn't think that she could stand one minute more off her mother's presence.
She left to catch her bus.
O shit. O no. please no!!! Candy looked around her. This place looked familiar. Where was she? Well obviously she wasn't dead. She was lying down on a white four poster bed. Her pillow was extremely comfortable and her sheets where made of silk. Der, I'm alive, and in my room, it was all a DREAM!!! She got up and walked on her thickly carpeted floor to a chair. She picked up off the chair, her satin white and pink dressing gown. She walked in her own perfect way into the large ensuite. As she did so she glanced into the large mirror on her wall. Staring back at her was a beautiful 16yr old girl. She had long tanned legs. Perfect teeth. Perfect long brown hair, with a few messy curls. Perfect facial features and a perfect body all round. A sound interrupted her routine; it was more like a loud ear piercing screech than a 'sound'.
"CAndIe," the screech, screeched, "git down 'ere for breikfast!!!"
"coming mother," she shuddered to think that the monster that had just called her to breakfast was her mother.
When Candy finally came down the wide stair way, the dream was completely placed at the back of her mind. As she walked down the stairs, anyone would of thought that she belonged in Hollywood. She wore a short pink and purple, checkered rah-rah skirt, a white mid-drift blouse, with only one button done up, lone baby pink socks with what looked to be the same high heeled school shoes that Brittany Spears wore in her clip "hit me baby one more time". She walked into the kitchen. Sitting in there was a site that highly contrasted with her own beauty. It was her mother. Candy tried not to die as she noticed that her mother had grown more hair on her ears and about a million more warts on her twisted nose.
"Candie deir," it said, "yoi caint wear thait to school, yoi maite git a boyfriend."
Little did her mother know that Candy had been going out since she was in the 7th grade, and that she already had a boyfriend.
"Mother," Candy smartly said back, "don't leave the house without a paper bag over your head...you might get a jail sentence."
"Teeinagers," it screeched. "Where's daddy?" candy smugly asked. Candy knew very well that her father had been having an affair ever since the first week that he had been married to Candy's mother. Her mother, on the other hand, had no idea of this fact.
"He said he haid some paiper wiork to do," It said, busily getting breakfast cleaned off the table. Candy didn't think that she could stand one minute more off her mother's presence.
She left to catch her bus.