The Sweet Honey. Again. I was stuck with Mrs. Louis again. She was so sweet but I couldn’t take it. Because I’m just a “Nice peachy little girl” being sixteen and constantly told that, it gets kinda annoying. Let’s rewind. When I was a two years old my father left, my mother works double shifts at the diner and now I’m stuck with an old lady most of the time. Mother said if I ever hurt that lady’s feelings she’d whoop me so hard I wouldn’t be able to run. All I knew my whole life was choices, discipline, and results. My blonde hair at the time was in a low ponytail that came out of my baseball cap. My little brother, Jeremy, who was fourteen, constantly complained about not having a phone but I didn’t either, I guess having a phone is more important than having a family. We had a small puppy that we had found on the streets, I named it Cocoa, it was a sweet girl and it never whined but slept a lot. Mrs. Louis slid me a mug of tea with a muffin, I took it gratefully. I bit into that delicious chocolate chip muffin so quick I realized I bit half of it. Jeremy sat in his chair by the big square counter. Jeremy ate his quicker than me, I knew he did so because he wanted another. These muffins were mega big, and delicious. Three of them felt like heaven. Mrs. Louis handed us both a jar of honey with a caramel muffin. I wish I knew she spent a fortune on getting us the richest caramel just to put it on a muffin. Soon the phone rang. It was a spam call but Mrs. Louis couldn’t help herself. She gripped the phone, dropping a rag on the floor. She fell onto her back. I and Jeremy rushed to help her. She died two months later. She left her entire fortune to us, and now all I can describe her is The Sweet Taste Of Honey.
-For the writing contest -My entry -Kinda meant to be a story about how things change so quick and what one mistake can lead to.
