You may be wondering why I have this post tagged under a Mile In Your Shoes. Well, if you have read A Mile In Your Shoes, you know about the tradgety/love/star-crossed lovers of Hazel and Jake. Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, WARNING SPOILERS!!!!!!! o.k. the end of the storie is....... Hazel and Jake shoot themselves and commit suicide. I won't tell you any more because it gets kind of complicated. So there you have it. SPOILERS OVER!!!! KEEP READING!!!!!!I will be updating this storie a lot. I got this idea from a Gaia forum that said you had to write a storie about a fear. You could only choose one or two fears. One/two fears=one person. I got there after the deadline but the idea still was cool, so I started working on it. The fear I chose was one that had a really long name and had a hard pronounciation, but it basically meant, "fear of food or eating". And I'll stop talking and boring you now. Enjoy!
I blame donuts. It's as easy as that. Pizza had kind of a fault, but it was mainly donuts. Here's the story.
First, a new donut place opened across the street from the pizza place my boyfriend worked at. My best friend, Lizzie, got a job at the donut place, and my boyfriend, Eric, took me on a date there. "I heard they have killer donuts," Eric said as he opened the door for me.
I walked inside and a strong scent of fresh, steaming donuts hit me like a frying pan to the back of the head. "Oh!" I gasped as a wave of pure hunger rocked through my body. I normally wasn't hungry, but these smelled so good I had to order some.
I saw Lizzie smile at us from behind the counter and say, "Hello. Welcome to Mr. Donut. My name is Lizzie. Can I help you?"
Eric walked up to the register and said, "I hear that each donut has so many calories you gain a pound when you eat it. Is this true?"
"Why yessir. They say the only good food is dripping with calories wouldn't you agree?" Lizzie said smiling.
"This is true. And coupled with an unbeatable price of three dollars a dozen, you'll be swarming with regulars in no time."
I was only half paying attention to their conversation. I was staring at the mother of all donuts in the display case. Twice the size of a regular donut, covered in caramel, with dripping hot fudge and ice cream on top. I was in calorie heaven.
"So what do you want, Maggie Pie? Original, chocolate? My treat," Eric said.
"I want that. I want three of those!" I said looking at Eric with my puppy dog face.
"Okay. I think I'll have a regular," he said to Lizzie.
"It's five bucks for one donut each. So that would run you about twenty dollars," Lizzie said to Eric.
"Ick. How about I get one dozen of the original and one dozen of that donut that Maggie Pie wants?" Eric has always been a penny pincher. I think if I die and my funeral place charges admission, Eric will tell someone to take some pictures and he'll wait in the parking lot.
"That would be six dollars, sir," Lizzie said, putting Eric's money in the register. "Your order will be out in three minutes." She went into a room in the back to go make our donuts.
Eric and I found a table and started talking about different stuff. "So we're finally seniors, huh?" Eric said.
"Yep. You know what I heard?"
"What?" Eric asked. He always likes to hear stuff. He liked being "in the know".
"You know that Goth chick who was a senior last year?"
"Yeah," Eric said leaning in close. Hazel has always scared him. Especially since she hooked up with that Emo guy, Jake.
"She and her boyfriend, that Emo guy Jake, commited suicide together over the summer. People say that they shot themselves because they couldn't stand being tormented by people different than them. They said they wanted a world completely different because they couldn't stand the one they were in,"
"That's sad," Eric said.
"No that's good. It shows that normal people are better than different people. We can use this to our advantage, Eric. Since word got out about this, it's only a matter of time before other different people think they'll be next. So they will turn normal and we would have done the world a huge favor," I said. It's completely obvious that Eric should know this but you know guys.
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Hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! "NO MORE FOOD!!!" was good. I just wish I could read the rest. YOU MUST KEEP WRITING IT!!!! Okay. So hey!!!!!! I'm watchin you!!!! And you are out of milk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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