Wild Card Essay

SNAIL STORY


One day my friends and I were hanging out right across the street from where I live and so we got so bored that we started to walk around, well finally when we got tired and we decided to sit. After a little while my friend starts to notice that there is something funny looking crawling the direction she was sitting so she gets up terrified and she starts to scream “what is that” “what is that” well after that excitement we all started to laugh.

The next day we decided to go back to the place we were at the day before so we got their and this time their wasn’t only one their were a million literally we were terrified so we got so amazed of how many snails they were that we graved sticks and we started to picking them up with a stick and putting them on top of each other and so we kept on doing that until we got really bored of it so then after we began to count them all and their were so many that I even lost count of them.

After a couple of days we went back to the same place but this time we were not messing around we were just talking and having such a good time. But then my friend thought it would be funny to throw them on each other so when I heard that I didn’t even think about it and I just ran inside my house and since they were all guys they started to throw them on each other so I didn’t even come out for a whole week. Because of that experience that started to become an every day game. Of course I was not happy of the game that they came up with, I thought it was ridiculous.

I didn’t come out for two whole weeks because they kept on playing the same game every day and they thought it would be fun to invite more friends over to play the little dumb game they came up with. So after that happened four days later I started to notice that they wouldn’t play that game so I decided to come outside for the first time and when I came outside they seem a little weird and they all started to giggle well I thought to myself what was so funny? But their was no answer I was already convincing myself that they were up to no good

I noticed that one of my friends was picking one up and about to throw it to me. When I noticed that, I immediately ran back home and in to my room. I didn’t know I had so much fear towards snails and so I found out I did. The next day I was so mad I completely ignored my friends I guess I got a bit upset about what they were about to do. They tried talking to me but I didn’t even look at their faces. The funny thing was that later that night I had a horrible nightmare it was about how a Giant Snail was crawling after me around the world this dream was at the same time funny but terrifying.

I guess that dream caused me not to talk to my friends. After a couple of days I noticed that my friends were not coming to my house, so I got a bit sad and I decided to call them over to see what we were going to do for Halloween. After a little a while my friends started to come and we decided to stay outside and talk their but little did I know what they were up to, we came up with what we were going to do for Halloween and for a little bit their was silence… then out of no where I see some of my other friends coming towards us, since we were just girls hanging out, and one that is terrified of snails they started to throw a bunch of snails at us. That experience was so disgusting I just burst into crying I am never going to forget that ugly day. I wouldn’t want to experience it again either.

The reason I started to cry was because I was wearing shorts, the worst idea ever because snails are so sticky they got stock on my legs. Seriously that was the worst day ever and to top it of the next day I woke up. I had spots everywhere I started asking myself what had caused it, and I remembered that the day before my friends threw snails at me. I was clearly allergic to snails and all my plans were ruined because I was supposed to go to this huge party, and I had been looking forward for this party and now since I had red spots all over my body I wasn’t going to go to that party. I thought about something I could do so I could go to that party and so I came up with another costume. This idea was going to be perfect well I ended being a sick baby with chicken pox. Well I thought that just because I had red bumps all over my body and with the urgency of going to that party it wasn’t going to detain me from going to that party. Well this is the funny story I was so embarrassed to say and finally I got to say it…. And in a sheet of paper for an essay how funny!