Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 14, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-14/)

Word Prompt: Sea salt

Creative Original or Derivative: Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): T

Genre: General

I was just putting the cheese-topped Chicken in the oven when Alice came literally bounding into the kitchen.

"Hello, Bella, whatcha making?" She said cheerily, bouncing backwards and forwards on her heels, her whole frame vibrating with excitement. I looked at her suspiciously, she wasn't ever this hyper, was she? Could vampires get high?

"Err... Parmesan Crusted Chicken, Alice."

"Ooh! How exiting! What's it taste like?" She said, her eyes widening with excitement. Was I being Punk'd?

"It tastes like Chicken, Alice," I replied, everything tastes like chicken. I tried alligator once, on one of Renee's exotic cooking phases, and it tasted like Chicken. Same for the camel we had in Albuquerque. My face must have looked very confused.

"Yes, I know, kinda gathered that from the title, gosh Bella!" She looked outraged.

"Okay," I said sceptically, drawing out the "O". I reached for the cleaning cloth to wipe down the huge expanse of unnecessary kitchen the Cullen's residence contained.

"I'll do it," Alice sang, her voice unnaturally high. She got to the cloth before I even took a step, and had the whole kitchen looking spotless before I blinked.

"Thanks, Ali." I said, leaning on the bench-top to wait out the five minutes left on the oven timer.

"Sure, no problem, sis!" She grinned widely at me, swooped in to give a kiss on my cheek, and ran up the stairs.

By the time the timer went off, I had my plate ready and all I needed to do was scoop the chicken onto it.

Whenever I had dinner at the Cullens, I would always sit at the head of the dining table, and the Cullen's would gather around like they were part of the meal, but they were really there to watch the exiting adventures of Bella's eating habits.

I sat down at the table, nodded a quick hello at everyone, and dug into my chicken, trying to unsuccessfully keep my eyes on the plate in front of me.

I didn't mind the Cullen's watching me eating, after all, I had asked many times if Edward could take me hunting. They said it was intriguing and brought back the human memories, however rancid the smell may be.

I thought my meal needed a pinch of salt, and I reached for the table salt in front of me. Before I could shake even a gain out of the canister though, it was snatched from my hand by a now fuming Alice. I wouldn't have been surprised if steam came out of her ears by the look she was sporting.

"Bella!" She hissed at me, in her overly bearing disciplining-mother tone, "table salt is horrible for your blood, this sea salt," she held up a canister she had pulled from somewhere, "still contains all the minerals from the Mediterranean Sea, which is way better than the table salt you were about to eat that contains dirt from some filthy underground mine," her beautiful face crumpled in disgust.

"Err... okay," I said, taking the sea salt canister now waving in front of my face and sprinkling enough on the chicken, "that okay?"

Alice bent closer to the plate, and gave sniffed once, wrinkling her nose. She stood back up and faced me again, "it's satisfactory."

Have any of you seen Over The Hedge? The animated kids movie? It is awesome! If you have, just imagine Alice acting like Hammy the squirrel. Or a voice from Alvin and the Chipmunks will do.