Cool ranch doritos taste like summer and flip flops. I keep shoveling them into my mouth, my lips coated with the blue and red dots that season the chip.
I can still remember Elliot saying, “You know doritos have red 40 in them, right? You’re consuming crushed up beetles right now as we speak.”
I can’t taste crushed up beetles. I just taste the chips that remind me of summer and flip flops. With my hand coated in cheesy crumbs, I lean over the table to grab my history notebook, and wipe my hand on the first page. I don’t really need notes on Columbus anyway.
Instead of starting my homework like I should, I turn on the tv. I’m not really hungry anymore, but I keep eating the doritos, one after the next, after the next, after the next. I don’t even notice I’m eating them anymore. I just feel the doritos in my mouth as I viciously chomp each chip, one after the next, after the next, …show more content…
This time, he is reminding me, “Don’t so fast, you’ll throw up! Don’t eat too many chips, you’ll lose your appetite before dinner!” Like I even have an appetite. After eating so many gross chips, I could eat dirt and it would taste better than cool ranch doritos. Elliot’s words would even taste better than cool ranch doritos. At least I’d know what to expect. At least I’d be prepared for the same, sharp, stab of hatred every day.
I don’t know why I’m eating so many chips. They don’t taste like anything, they just remind me of summer and flip flops. They remind me of Elliot, and the summer he died. They remind me of the orange flip flops I wore to his funeral. They remind me of the summer I was convicted of murder. They remind me of the summer I killed Elliot.
Now, I hear Elliot screaming at me, all over again. “Stop Amber! What are you doing, why do you have a knife in your hands!? Amber, stop! Put that down!!”
I don’t really remember if I meant to kill him.
I remember I grabbed the knife from the kitchen
I can still remember Elliot saying, “You know doritos have red 40 in them, right? You’re consuming crushed up beetles right now as we speak.”
I can’t taste crushed up beetles. I just taste the chips that remind me of summer and flip flops. With my hand coated in cheesy crumbs, I lean over the table to grab my history notebook, and wipe my hand on the first page. I don’t really need notes on Columbus anyway.
Instead of starting my homework like I should, I turn on the tv. I’m not really hungry anymore, but I keep eating the doritos, one after the next, after the next, after the next. I don’t even notice I’m eating them anymore. I just feel the doritos in my mouth as I viciously chomp each chip, one after the next, after the next, …show more content…
This time, he is reminding me, “Don’t so fast, you’ll throw up! Don’t eat too many chips, you’ll lose your appetite before dinner!” Like I even have an appetite. After eating so many gross chips, I could eat dirt and it would taste better than cool ranch doritos. Elliot’s words would even taste better than cool ranch doritos. At least I’d know what to expect. At least I’d be prepared for the same, sharp, stab of hatred every day.
I don’t know why I’m eating so many chips. They don’t taste like anything, they just remind me of summer and flip flops. They remind me of Elliot, and the summer he died. They remind me of the orange flip flops I wore to his funeral. They remind me of the summer I was convicted of murder. They remind me of the summer I killed Elliot.
Now, I hear Elliot screaming at me, all over again. “Stop Amber! What are you doing, why do you have a knife in your hands!? Amber, stop! Put that down!!”
I don’t really remember if I meant to kill him.
I remember I grabbed the knife from the kitchen