Chapter 4: Downfall in the Shower
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Author: Tesla Shoui
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6:00 a.m. That's what the clock read as I headed to the bathroom, my clean clothes folded over my arm in a neat stack, which of course I ruined by dropping them in a heap on the floor.
The cold linoleum made my toe's curl, forcing me to quicken my pace. At long last the streams of water enveloped me in a warm, comforting embrace.
Not too long after my first shampoo (which had yet to be rinsed) I grabbed the shower head, put it close to my mouth, and as custom, began to belt out a tune.
For today's entertainment.. Pocket full of Sunshine!
Being an alto and not a soprano, I couldn't reach the high notes and in my attempt to do so failed utterly by stepping on the bar of soap I had dropped earlier, but had been too lazy to pick up.
That was to be my downfall.
Literally.
I fell.
Out of the shower and into the floor, the plastic curtain wrapped around me like a caterpillars cocoon.
I was then bombarded by flashing lights and high pitched voices.
What the…? Is that a runway?
It sure was.
Out of the curtains and down the runway, strutted a short blonde girl in.. The Mole tee-shirt and a funky skirt..?
As she hit the end of the runway, she struck a pose and said, "Presto, Change-o, You didn't eat your Mango!"
The reporters went crazy, shouting her name: Ali Sonoma! Ali Sonoma!!
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"Get out of here!" I shouted, "Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Ali hopped off the runway and pouted.
"Come on guys.. I see we're not wanted here," she stated, sticking her nose up in the air.
Ali snootily walked out of the bathroom door, followed by her entourage… and some nerdy guy pushing the runway.
I was left dazed and confused in the bathroom floor, unable to move an inch.
From the dining room I could hear Aunt Valerie, "That's Ali Sonoma from The Mole. Also known as Allison Stewart."