Pros And Cons Of Being A Meatloaf

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

Head in hands he tried to get up. His neck ached, then he knew why. He slept in the back seat of a car, Hugo passed out in the front. He stumbled out if the car, but managed to land on his feet. Trying to figure out where they were he realized the were still right outside the bar. Visions going one way and his stomach going the other, he decided he better sit down. As he plumbed down on the sidewalk, he looked to his right. The boy was still there. Huddled by some dumpsters, still shivering as if in a deadly chill. He looked to be asleep or at least attempting to sleep. Suddenly the boy jolted awake as if he had a nightmare. It caused James to jump a little himself. The boy glanced up slightly, then realized he was not alone. He made eye contact with James, then quickly looked back down and buried himself within his coat. James just continued looking at him...with pity. Why was he feeling this way? He had beaten up enough free loaders. Why is this boy any different? James didn't know the why's. He just knew that it was wrong, not just wrong, but...horrid. It wasn't right. He felt as if boy shouldn't be here at all. He shouldn't be alone, shivering out in the cold. He wasn't sure if it was because of the hangover or he just wasn't thinking straight, but he got up and walked over to the boy. He wasn't sure what he was thinking but it was too late as the words had already escaped his

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

As I scour around for something to eat, I find the pantry empty (what a surprise) except for a bag of potatoes, a couple of packets of 2 min noodles and a few loaves of almost-finished bread. I salvage two pieces, put them in the toaster and flick through the junk mail. "How was school?" a husky voice calls from the lounge. Mother has resurrected. The side of her face is patterned with red marks from the pillow. She trudges over to the fridge, opening it mindlessly, closing it. She repeats this process with the freezer and several cupboards, tears began to fall down her cheeks. I know the fact we had no food MUST have really upset

I was giddy to get home i was walking down my my street “ Walkers rd.” I scoffed and roll my eyes. I walk down this road everyday and appreciate the scorching irony every time. I opened the deep oak doors with force. My 13 year old body still has trouble. I shoved the door with the elbow my grey backpack wasn't depending on. Finally when my body managed to push the door, something wasn't right. By that i mean my house wasn't mine… the orchard my mother obsesses over wasn't the center of the foyer , the bright white walls with the complementary purple rug wasn't there. It was dark with a rustic light switch. I hit the light switch and the creepy hospital lights that turn on one by one showed blinding light that settled to a musty yellow

The sun was shining and the day was warm, yet I felt dark and cold. I've been in this room for so long maybe months, maybe a year, I honestly couldn't tell you; there's no calender in this room. There's not even a couch or a rug or even a place to sit. It just a room with a half lit light bulb flickering, a small window that allows a sliver of light shining through and me, half clothed. I can barley remember the day I went missing, it feels like so long ago. See my mother and I were at the grocery store, and I really had to pee, so mother told me to find someone in a black shirt with the words “NoFrills” written in yellow and ask them to lead me to a bathroom. I couldn't read but I had seen these shirts for years as my mother has always shopped there. I found an older lady wearing the shirt mother had described to me.

“She’s in the back room passed out,” he said. As I was walking through the house, I had already forgotten about asking him what happened to Oreo. He told me, “Watch out for the holes in the floor. It hurts when you fall through one.” As we entered his room, he also warned me, “Also be careful not to step in my puke. It’s from last week when I gots real sick.” At this point, I was freaked out; the lights did not work, his mom was passed out, the dishes were to the roof, holes in the floor, and puke on top of that. I decided at that moment I did not want to play anymore and remembered why I came.

And with that I hung up and turned my music back up. It was going to be a long ride, at least eight hours. Leaning over my steering wheel I looked up at the sky and found clouds forming. I hoped the snow wasn’t enough to greatly impact my driving. I had passed out of the town and into the next and the next town after that. Eventually I reached a town somewhat in the middle of Illinois. The town was called Mattoon. It wasn’t the most welcoming town I’ve seen. There were a lot of worn down buildings that looked like they had been burned to their last wooden plank. I had been driving for almost three hours, and my stomach was screaming at me to feed it. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station. As I pulled in even the store looked like someone had beaten it with a bat on every wall. The glass windows seemed to appear shattered as several spider legged cracks webbed across the surface making the inside look dark and horrendous. As I hesitantly opened the door that created a creaking noise that sounded like muffled screaming that you would hear while in the middle of abandoned woods where every tree would mold a different unnerving face at you, surrounding you with the sound of its bark screeching at you. The inside was worse than the outside. Every shelf was varnished with dust. The dissatisfying smell of mold and liquor created a feeling of sick eruption in my stomach. Nothing in the gas station looked pleasing to my appetite whatsoever. I never took the time to realize I was the only one standing in the odious gas station. I was the only one in here, but I could sense an eerie presence. I hectically moved to the door trying to get out of the building causing me to choke on the unpleasant smell. Before my hand could reach the handle I felt an excruciating pain spread across the nerves of my skull. And with that my heavy eyelids shut abruptly and I feel to my knees. I woke up in a

The further I went back in the cabin, the worst I began to feel. It was like I was a chicken with no head; there were no lights, but the moon had a sparkle and every now and then, it would glitch, flickering on its last breath. The floors were ice cold; every step taken was another frost bite on my foot. Next stop, the bathroom. All of the showers were rusted and had dead bugs scattered throughout them. The sink had every color embedded in it, almost like dirty snow. I was determined this cabin was the youngest sister who got everyone’s hand-me-downs.

I laid awake that night thinking, while the moon lit night light bleed through my shades and onto the wall. But this story should be told… from the beginning. Trudging down the stairs, I could smell the aroma of cinnamon and maple syrup growing closer. That’s how I knew it would be a good day. But a scientist doesn’t always have the right hypothesis. Then I scarfed down my breakfast like a sword fight, quick, noisy, and satisfying. After the delicious breakfast, I grabbed my bookbag and bolted out the door to catch the bus. When I took my first step out the door, I felt the cold crisp autumn air brush up against my face.

My iPod was turned to full blast filling my ears with breakdowns and screaming, this was how I blocked out the rest of the world. It was so peaceful, those moments when I was fully absorbed into the lyrics, I felt as though nothing could touch me. The icy wind bit into me and I pulled my hood up catching my tangle of inky black hair inside and I looked up to the overcast sky. The sun was obscured by hoards of angry looking grey clouds, no wonder it was so cold.I looked down at my frozen hands which were sore against the metal, then shut my eyes.Here no one would bother me,this was my sanctuary. Suddenly one of the most annoying laughs I think I've ever heard broke the peace and I opened my eyes. My stomach lurched as I saw who was entering the abandoned

I awoke shivering afraid of the nightmare I had just had. It’s all because of the stories my brother told me, they aren’t true, I told myself. He always called me a loser. He always said “Zack you’re a baby!” Tonight I’ll show him, tonight is my revenge. I kept saying in my mind I’m not afraid. As I walked downstairs to go to my brother’s room in the basement I was passing the happy birthday decorations for me from two days ago. I remember the Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake in my mouth with the delicious frosting that said “Happy birthday fourteen year old!” When I opened the door to the basement I swear I saw something move. I reminded myself I am not a baby, and as I went down to the second step I heard what was down there. It sounded like fingernails being screeched across a chalk board.

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.

Down the street there is a house that shows no sign of life, but in this house in the deepest darkest nook some tiny girl cowards by. Her hair straggly, unwashed, acting as a veil to mask the dirt and grime that cakes her face. Her clothing tattered and holy, stained with urine, have not been washed in months at a time. Her stomach growls with a ferocious hunger, inducing unimaginable pain to pierce her abdomen. Days have past, causing her to forget the last time she had eaten. In this room there is no bed, only a feathered out pillow and sheet. The stench of sex, smoke, and feces saturates the sheet, leaving a foul smell to continuously linger. The paint on the wall chips, falling restlessly to the floor. During the cold nights, this is

I looked outside, it was still dark. I looked at the wall next to me because I saw the movement in the light, my father’s arms wrapped around my stomach and his hand covered my mouth. I didn’t know what was happening. My cheeks were stinging from my tears of fear. Where was he taking me? He took me down the stairs to the living room and then the kitchen to the door of the basement. The door was wide open. But why? When I realized what was happening, I started to claw at his hand, he started to curse and squeeze hard at my ribs. I stopped and he loosened. He moved to the door again and down the stairs to the second door. There were new locks. There