It's seven thirty in the morning and we are slowly making our way through the early rush hour. The traffic is standstill and it is not helping my mood nor is my brother's wailing. There was a blurring dazzle of red and white lights, car horns were going off, and people were simultaneously arguing and shouting at each other. My grandmother had a short-temper and was really starting to get on my nerves. She continuously beeped her horn and was sensitive to the smallest of errors. After apologising to every car we passed and every reckless turn made by her.
While outraged, our grandmother yelled,' In the brown bag I made both of you breakfast!' Adam took the sandwich out of the bag and there was a terrifying stench of mould. I could feel a putrid stench of bile creeping up my throat. We were both about to regurgitate. I whispered quietly to Adam,' There is no way I'm eating this.' He nodded in agreement. I felt rather nauseous and could probably say the same for Adam. My stubborn grandmother force-fed Adam and I one at a time. Adam was first. Our grandmother aggressively pulled over and nearly caused an accident, for the third time this journey! Can you believe this nonsense?
Adam signalled to me multiple times to save him, but there was nothing I could've done. He took a huge bite and could not hold himself together as he spat it out and was later punished by our grandmother. Infuriatedly, she yelled to Adam,' I spent my hard-earned money and you treat it like it grows on trees! Oh you just wait until we get home young man!' I was next. I trembled in fear. Hair was sticking up on my skin and I quaked in my boots as the vile smell of mould stroked my nose. As I took a bite I could taste the horrifying flavours swivel around in my mouth. As I swallowed my grandmother applauded sarcastically towards Adam. I felt sick.
It's seven thirty in the morning and we are slowly making our way through the early rush hour. The traffic is standstill and it is not helping my mood nor is my brother's wailing. There was a blurring dazzle of red and white lights, car horns were going off, and people were simultaneously arguing and shouting at each other. My grandmother had a short-temper and was really starting to get on my nerves. She continuously beeped her horn and was sensitive to the smallest of errors. After apologising to every car we passed and every reckless turn made by her.
While outraged, our grandmother yelled,' In the brown bag I made both of you breakfast!' Adam took the sandwich out of the bag and there was a terrifying stench of mould. I could feel a putrid stench of bile creeping up my throat. We were both about to regurgitate. I whispered quietly to Adam,' There is no way I'm eating this.' He nodded in agreement. I felt rather nauseous and could probably say the same for Adam. My stubborn grandmother force-fed Adam and I one at a time. Adam was first. Our grandmother aggressively pulled over and nearly caused an accident, for the third time this journey! Can you believe this nonsense?
Adam signalled to me multiple times to save him, but there was nothing I could've done. He took a huge bite and could not hold himself together as he spat it out and was later punished by our grandmother. Infuriatedly, she yelled to Adam,' I spent my hard-earned money and you treat it like it grows on trees! Oh you just wait until we get home young man!' I was next. I trembled in fear. Hair was sticking up on my skin and I quaked in my boots as the vile smell of mould stroked my nose. As I took a bite I could taste the horrifying flavours swivel around in my mouth. As I swallowed my grandmother applauded sarcastically towards Adam. I felt sick.
The perilous journey continued. As my grandmother continuously swerved and narrowly survived every time, another car was heading full throttle at a rather ungodly speed. At the blink of an eye, my grandmother had nearly eradicated a car driving in the wrong line. The other car had swerved at the last second causing it to glide of the road and into the bus stop. Glass had shattered everywhere, broken shards ready to cause an injury. We slowly, but surely, recovered from our life-threatening encounter.
It's seven thirty in the morning and we are slowly making our way through the early rush hour. The traffic is standstill and it is not helping my mood nor is my brother's wailing. There was a blurring dazzle of red and white lights, car horns were going off, and people were simultaneously arguing and shouting at each other. My grandmother had a short-temper and was really starting to get on my nerves. She continuously beeped her horn and was sensitive to the smallest of errors. After apologising to every car we passed and every reckless turn made by her.
While outraged, our grandmother yelled,' In the brown bag I made both of you breakfast!' Adam took the sandwich out of the bag and there was a terrifying stench of mould. I could feel a putrid stench of bile creeping up my throat. We were both about to regurgitate. I whispered quietly to Adam,' There is no way I'm eating this.' He nodded in agreement. I felt rather nauseous and could probably say the same for Adam. My stubborn grandmother force-fed Adam and I one at a time. Adam was first. Our grandmother aggressively pulled over and nearly caused an accident, for the third time this journey! Can you believe this nonsense?
Adam signalled to me multiple times to save him, but there was nothing I could've done. He took a huge bite and could not hold himself together as he spat it out and was later punished by our grandmother. Infuriatedly, she yelled to Adam,' I spent my hard-earned money and you treat it like it grows on trees! Oh you just wait until we get home young man!' I was next. I trembled in fear. Hair was sticking up on my skin and I quaked in my boots as the vile smell of mould stroked my nose. As I took a bite I could taste the horrifying flavours swivel around in my mouth. As I swallowed my grandmother applauded sarcastically towards Adam. I felt sick.
The perilous journey continued. As my grandmother continuously swerved and narrowly survived every time, another car was heading full throttle at a rather ungodly speed. At the blink of an eye, my grandmother had nearly eradicated a car driving in the wrong line. The other car had swerved at the last second causing it to glide of the road and into the bus stop. Glass had shattered everywhere, broken shards ready to cause an injury. We slowly, but surely, recovered from our life-threatening encounter. Our grandmother, tilted her head in disbelief and surprisingly for the rest of the journey travelled in silence and fear.
We had finally arrived and it was crazy considering what had taken place. It is usually hectic but today was death defying. Without much thought, my shaking hand proceeded to open the door. I didn't have the strength. I finally gathered all of my might to pull open the door and stumbled on my way out. I thought to myself,' I was pulled out of my luxurious bed on a fine Friday morning for this. My bed was ever so luscious and comfortable. I had made the biggest mistake ever.
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