Naadirah+Lewis


 * "Sandwiches!" my mom's voice sang up the stairs. I made a quick beeline downstairs and into the open kitchen. My mom is the best sandwich maker in the family.**
 * "And don't chew so fast, you'll choke." my mother scolded as I chomped down on the juicy sandwich. It was stuffed with succulent ham, crispy lettuce, tangy mustard, and two big slices on American Cheese.**
 * "Stop chewing like a cow." mom snapped. The sandwich was finger - licking so good ! I brought a plate upstairs that was topped with melt-in-your-mouth cookies, in my room. I finished my cookies just in time for my big brother in invade my room. "Mom told me to come get your plate." he lied. Why does he lie right through his pearly white teeth?**
 * "She never said that." I whined, grasping the plate.**
 * "Nah, I got it." my brother grabbed one end of the plate and I grabbed another. We fought and spat some not so nice words at eachother.**
 * "Let go, now!" my fingers were slowly slipping . . . He laughed, "Fine."**
 * I felt as if my world was slowing down. Each action was slower than a snail. The plate ' accidently', in my brother's words, hit my head . . More likely my eyelid. My life has just ended. It could've been worse. My eye could've ploppdd outta my socker and rolled under the bed!**
 * My brother left my room faster than the speed of light. How am I going to see? Would I go blind? Oh please, I don't want to go BLIND ! Pictures for Christmas are tomorrow and I look like a mosse. I'd look silly with a bump above my eye like this. What am I going to do? Where's my mom? I'm practically in a crisis here!**
 * "Look at your eye! It's bigger than Popeye's arm." snarled mom. Great, now I have a big eyelid and an upset mom.**
 * I was afraid to look in the mirror, scared that I might crack it into a million of pieces.**
 * "Your eyes is all messed up." mom sighed. Okay, I think I get the point mom . . . My eye is messed up.**
 * I startled myself when I looked into the mirror. I look like a fish. This might not end well. "I'll think of something."**
 * "Look, it's the family pirate. Argghh!" my brother laughed.**
 * "Shut up!" I growled, fixing my outfit. My eyes was swollen this morning and I couldn't fix it. My family was decked out in matching Christmas outfits. It was so ridiculous. "Say cheese!" the camera man demanded.**
 * "Cheeeseee!" we said in unison. We finished out picture and headed home. I hope the pictures are okay because a few years ago I was in a bad behavior and tried to take off my itchy dress. The camera man had to . . well, only got the shot of me in my Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck diaper.**
 * Turns out, the pictures came out fine. I learned alot. First, I learned not to fight over a plate because it leads to an ugly ending. Secondly, I learned not to try fixing my eye before Christmas pictures.**