Salmonella Omelet was thinking about Bubonic Stinky again. Bubonic was a gross demon with grimy armpits and dirty moles.
Salmonella walked over to the window and reflected on her hideous surroundings. She had always hated disgusting Illness Island with its knotty Snot bushes. It was a place that encouraged her to feel infuriated. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the gross figure of Bubonic Stinky. Salmonella gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a rude, lanky, sprite cranberry drinker with stinky armpits and grotesque moles. Her friends saw her as a mangled, manky monster. Once, she had even helped a wicked baby egg cell recover from a placement accident. But not even a rude person who had once helped a wicked baby egg cells recover from a placement accident, was prepared for what Bubonic had in store today. The hail pounded like crispy mealworms, making Salmonella frustrated. Salmonella grabbed a sticky spork that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Salmonella stepped outside and Bubonic came closer, she could see the excited glint in his eye. "I am here because I want egg cells," Bubonic bellowed, in a nagging tone. He slammed his fist against Salmonella's chest, with the force of 6514 rats. "I really loathe you, Salmonella Omelet." Salmonella looked back, even more frustrated and still fingering the sticky table. "Bubonic, you will never have my egg cells!!," she replied. They looked at each other with livid feelings, like two fancy, fluffy frogs rampaging at a very nasty war, which had death metal music playing in the background. Salmonella studied Bubonic's grimy armpits and dirty moles. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you egg cells," she explained, in pitying tones. Bubonic looked angry, his body raw like a curvy, cuddly couch. Salmonella could actually hear Bubonic's body shatter into 570 pieces. Then the gross demon hurried away into the distance. Not even a drink of sprite cranberry would calm Salmonella's nerves tonight.
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Over the last five weeks I learned a lot about writing and myself. I learned different types of poetry methods and I have learned what I like to write about and what I don't. I was really surprised how easy it was for me to get my ISO's and my memoir done. For the other work, I want to improve and actually do future one pagers because those are what I am lacking in this class. I am very proud of myself for the way I expressed my emotions through my writing because I am usually not good at expressing my feelings that clearly. If I were to change anything it would be to actually do all of my work as I mentioned the one pagers. I have reached almost all goals I have set in the class. I believe the teacher does not know me but, will eventually know more about me based on my writing. The person I express through school is not as deep as the person I am out of school.
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