Tuesday, January 1, 2013

1. Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

Describe your drastic mood change after your parent spills coffee on your favorite gift right after it's opened.

I gaze down at the smooth black screen of my new laptop as I push aside the rest of the wrapping paper holding the device prisoner. I pull it onto my lap and look around at my family members, grinning broadly to show my approval. I run my hand along the keys, happy with its size and length. 
Dad did pretty good picking this out.
I'm about to move to plug it in when the unthinkable happens. Scalding hot liquid hits my skin and slides across the keyboard of my gift. I swipe my burning hand along my pajama pants and drop my laptop as it starts to spark. It hits the floor, and I imagine that the black screen grows even darker, and I know that it's gone. I look for the source of the substance that killed my gift, and see the slightly tipped mug in my father's hand. He looks at me with horror, and I know that the my face must look the same.
Dad did not do good.
The burning in my skin is nothing compared to that of my cheeks as I continue to stare at my dad. I can feel tears coming on, but I keep them at bay. I bite my lip and glance back at my ruined laptop in its pile of wrapping paper that had kept it safe until now.
Dad's gonna get me a new one.

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