One early morning, I woke up to a stream of water droplets trickling down my windowpane along with a blurry haze that made it impossible to see my cherished cherry tree. I jumped out of bed and into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered, “How would it feel to have the ability to have a superpower to read the minds of people?” I forcefully brushed my yellow stained teeth and tied my silky blonde hair. I grabbed the handrail of my crooked, brown stairs and leapt down the stairs, skipping two steps at a time. I grabbed my favorite mug which read, “Coffee first!”I placed it gently under the coffee machine and brewed myself a fresh cup of coffee with white froth layered on the top. I wore my favorite jacket and wore my shoes with my ankles sticking out and juggled into the car. All of a sudden, when I tried jamming the coffee cup into the coffee holder of my car, a trail of scorching hot and gold-colored liquid went flying into the air before ending up in my lap and burning off the fabric off my suit. I sighed but wiped it off with my old, pink used tissue which was used to blow my nose. I found a shimmering piece of stone under my foot. I picked up the radiant rhinestone shaped like a pearl and found myself slamming my head back and forth and from the beautiful gaze of the trees, my eyes went blank.
I woke up in the hospital staring at a tangle of endless wires attached to me. I wondered, “Am I going to die?” I held myself together. After a while, I woke up with many doctors surrounding my bed. As soon as I started to stare at one of the doctors, I suddenly heard a voice in the back of my head that seemed to echo someone else’s thoughts. “God, how can I tell this idiot that she fainted for no reason?” As I figured out what the doctor said about me, I tried to get up, but there was pain in my head. I yelled loudly, “How could you call me an idiot!” I said my favorite line, “You say what you are and you don’t get upset.” I felt embarrassed as the flock of doctors stared at me. However, I felt brave that I stood up for myself. The jaw of the doctor whose thoughts I had heard dropped to the ground with his chinese looking eyes pointing to my face. I joked, “Na-na na-boo-boo, fat chinese like you should get a metabolic surgery done to take out their extra frogs out of that stomach.” The doctor held his breath and took his elephant hands out of his pocket. In the blink of an eye, the hands were an inch away from my snow face. I grabbed his hands and pushed him to the ground using his fat chinese rice stuffed stomach. Despite my recent surgery, I stood to my ground and ran towards the elevator. I clicked all the buttons waiting impatiently for the elevator to come. I made a 360 degree turn and the angry doctor came running towards me. I read his brain. “I will kidnap the girl and murder her at my grandpa’s farm.” I was shaking as the elevator beeped open. I banged myself in and clicked “Level 4” unsure where I would end up. The elevator door was not closing so I yelled. The doctor was 19,18,17,16,15,14,13,12,11,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3, 2 seconds away! The elevator door closed and I gasped for air. My heart missed multiple beats. Although I was now way lower than him, I could hear his loud roaring for meat. The elevator beeped as I pushed myself out of the elevator. I looked all around: my eye caught him in the glass elevator like he wanted blood from me. I closed my eyes and read his mind again. “This girl can’t run from me forever! I will peel her skin off for insulting my weight. I went through enough when I was a child hoping I would never have to hear that again!” I ran like the Flash to the shuttle whose doors were shutting. I yelled with my hair flying back “No-no please wait for me!” The kind driver stopped and waited patiently for me to hop in. I quickly jumped into the shuttle with the doctor running towards me. I yelled to the driver, “Sir, Sir please hurry I have to go! I just have to!” The understanding bus driver quickly started to drive. I took a deep breath and wondered, “Will he get me? Am I safe?” I turned around and Dr. Fat was behind the bus with his big wobbly stomach going side to side. I opened the window and screamed, “I bet you won’t be able to run more than a minute, Dr. Fat!” As I finished, the doctor got fueled up once again with my negative comments about his weight. The bus stopped at its next station. I was shivering with wild fear. I jumped out of the bus and cried, “No, please forgive me. Don’t hurt me. I am only 16, too young to die!” The fat chinese-perhaps now slim chinese-man came towards me like a train. “Could I run now? Am I gonna die now?” I closed my eyes and the next second, I was in the trunk of the doctor’s car which was as slim as him. I tried to yell, but the enormous piece of duct tape was glued to my soft face. Hours later, the trunk opened and he was in front of me licking around his mouth and saying, “You will die today in my grandpa’s farm and suffer dying with the goats.” Minutes later, I was laid on the grass with an old grandpa sharpening his knife. I yelled, “HELP!” The grandpa denied my request and stabbed his yellow knife into my stomach. I looked at the last gaze of trees and my eyes shut. I died.
