-Stuff that I wrote on Friday-
TODAY DURING CHINESE, we were going through how to describe a young woman and this girl in class said "Her smooth complexion greatly resembled......THE BUTTCHEEKS OF A NEWBORN BABY." AND I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING TO MYSELF AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS LOL. Anyway, the focus of today's lesson was SITUATIONAL COMPOSITIONS. My stick-thin anorexic teacher gave us all a paragraph and told us to complete it. Here's a very brief and slightly inaccurate translation of the segment we got:
The waitress was a big fat klutzy piece of shit. She held trays with shaky hands, tripped over flat surfaces, and seemed to suffer from a serious case of butterfingers. I groaned internally when I saw her trip for the fourth time, and a part of me just KNEW some mishap was about happen when she approached my table with a bowl of fish soup.
As always, my 6th sense did not disappoint.
When the waitress was 3 feet away from the table, she tripped over her own feet and went flying, as with the bowl of soup. I could only stare with horror and shock as its contents flew into the air and splashed directly on my $3000 100% genuine cow leather Armani handbag which I had gotten recently from Italy. I pinched a corner of my precious dripping bag and brought it up to my face in disbelief. The porous inner leather had absorbed the pungent fishy stench. It was RUINED. THIS B*TCH WOULD TOTALLLY PAY FOR THIS!!!!! I turned to her, with fury on my face and a whole string of profanities ready to leave my mouth. HOWEVER!!!!! That stupid daughter of mine started saying "Oh, it's okay, don't worry about it! We'll just go home to wash it! Go back to what you were doing!" To THAT STUPID DIMWIT OF A WAITRESS!!!!!!! I COULD FEEL MY FACE HEATING UP LIKE THE AIR IN A BALLOON, READY TO EXPLODE AT ANY MOMENT. ENRAGED, I TURNED TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE A MILITARY DRONE WHO HAD FOUND A NEW TARGET. SUDDENLy, I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were wet. My anger changed to confusion and concern. Why was my daughter being a crybaby?!?!? We ate in silence, as I pondered about what I had just seen.
It was only when we arrived home that she finally decided to explain her actions. With teary eyes, she said "Back when you sent me to study in America, I had to work as a waitress and...........
AND WE HAD TO CONTINUE WRITING FROM THERE!!!!!!!!!!!
And here's what I came up with:
"Back when you sent me to study in America, I had to work as a waitress and the very same thing happened to me-"
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE N00B SHIT!!!!!!!!" I SCREAMED. "I STILL DONT SEE HOW YOUR INSIPID LITTLE SOB STORY CAN JUSTIFY YOUR PUTRID ACTIONS!!!!!"
"KEEP YOUR TRAP SHUT, WOMAN" my daughter screamed back, "DIDNT YER MOMMA TEACH YOU NOT TO INTERRUPT OTHERS?!?!"
I glared at her.
She returned it and continued her story. "Well, the very same thing happened to me.........but in America, it was a Prada bag which cost $7000....... The man who owned it strangled me with his feather boa, nearly killing me in the process, and my boss had no choice but to fire me on the spot. But that's not the end. That b@st@td insisted that I pay him back the $7000 by the end of that week!!!!!!!!!! I had to sell my gadgets, my furniture, and my flat. Forced into destitution, prostitution followed after, and I barely managed to earn the $7000. But after repaying my debt, I had absolutely no money left. I had no choice, but to continue working as a prostitute until I had enough money to buy a new flat and re-enroll into the university......." Tears rolled down her cheeks, like pearls from a broken necklace. "And that is the end." She finished, looking up sadly to see my reaction.
I slapped her.
"OH, MOTHER, WHAT'RE YOU DOING??!?!" She clutched her face while tragically quoting E.Nesbit's The Railway Children.
"CAN IT, YOU SMUG LITTLE PATHOLOGICAL LIAR!!!!! GO TO YOUR ROOM!!! TOMORROW, WE'RE GOING TO SEE YOUR THERAPIST AGAIN TO DEAL WITH THIS PATHOLOGICAL LYING!!!! IM SICK OF IT!!!!" I YELLED AT HER AND PREPARED TO GIVE HER A GOOD OL' BACKHANDED SMACK.
"FINE, YOU WITCH!" My useless daughter screamed while running up the stairs. "BUT I ONLY DID THAT BECAUSE I WANTED YOU TO FEEL WHAT I FELT WHEN YOU THREW AWAY MY PRECIOUS RAPUNZEL BARBIE WHEN I WAS 3!!!!!!!!"
-The End-
OMG IT'S SUCH A STUPID STORY I DONT KNOW WHY I WROTE IT HHAHAAHA GOODNIGHT