Her eyes stared me down like a hawk watching it 's meek, pathetic prey as I stood in the girls bathroom. Kristi Van Nükenburrg was right across from me, waiting for me to burst into a crying frenzy. In a few brief moments Kristi and her pack of lifeless friends were shoving my round head into the contaminated toilet water! I remember the cold water gagging me as I struggled to catch a final breath of air. I don 't remember much except for the burning sensation aching in my lungs and eyes. After what felt like a lifetime of complete humiliation and embarrassment, I finally gathered enough strength to break free of her tense grasp. My hair was drenched in toilet water, my makeup ran down my plump cheeks, and I was breathing massive gasps. …show more content…
The meat and sauce were fighting an awful war up my esophagus. Kristi backed away from me like I was a bomb about to blow her legs off. I could tell by the look on her face that my face was as green as the lettuce in my burrito. Clenching my stomach, I groaned in torment. The small bathroom echoed the sounds of gurgling from my irritated stomach. “What the heck is wrong with you, Gertrude?” I covered my drooling mouth as the acid tried to make its way up my stomach. The rotten taste of puke seeped into my tastebuds. I couldn’t hold it back anymore! Removing my hand from my mouth, I puked the green, chunky slop right onto Kristi’s sparkly, pink heels. Puke dribbled down the side of my chin she then said, “You dim witted imbecile! You are an insensitive, little monster! I just got these shoes from Milan! You will rue the day, Gertrude!” Her blue eyes filled with fury as the smell of puke adulterated the compact stalls. Shoving Kristi, I ran from the grimy stall. I wiped the remaining drool from my chin and smiled. She deserved that! That preppy, revolting brat deserved that! As I walked away from the restroom, I heard screeches and giggles behind me. From that day on I was known as “Gagging Gertrude”, but it was all worth it. Kristi hasn’t bothered to give anyone a swirly since the day I destroyed her precious, designer
Sherri had been struggling with morning sickness and thought that she should try taking medicine. She watched her husband that had just gotten back Europe place the medicine all the way on the top cubboard. Regardless of what drug was inside, if I saw someone put something out of reach I think I would be pretty hesitatent to just grab it right away when I did not feel well. Once she realized what she took, Sherri called her doctor and told him what happened. His solution was, “‘If you were my wife, I’d give you the same advice,” the doctor told her.
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