Olivia

This story was written by: Olivia V. My Breads name is: Crumblestine Butter, But she hates it. __ My //Horrible// Fate __ It all started in a bag of white, fluffy bread my family and I were reading the daily advertisements, the newest edition that was added to our pantry was “Roasted Beans! You’ll fall into heaven every bite!” My mom was trying to order the roasted beans, so we could have a happy ending when it’s our time to rot. Then something horrid happened. “Don’t forget to make Molly and Richard’s sandwiches too.” Someone with a high voice said. “Whatever you say mom, now go and have fun with your friends.” Another person said. After the person with the lower voice said that the door clicked. Then a big, bright, blinding light shined threw the pantry door. Then a //human//, ugh I hate the sound of that word sorry sorry I’ll get back to the story. Then a slimy, slippery human opened the pantry all the way, grabbed my bread bag, clumsily threw it onto the counter, went in the fridge grabbed, the grape jelly, an apple juice bottle, a cup and some water and a bottle of Mountain Dew. Then the slimy creature went back to the pantry when “I’m hungry!” Shouted another one of her kind. “I’m working on it Molly, go play with Richard.” The first human replied. “He’s playing video games!” The so called “Molly” said. “Go play dress up with the cat then.” Snapped the first one. Then the human continued to get the ingredients, when “We are too glamorous and beautiful to be taken.” said my rival who says she’s too cool to have a name, but all of the white bread knows her name is Tarry. And Tarry happened to be right next to me. “I’m done, Anna!” said the Molly human. Who was carrying an ugly character, it had pink stuff all over its face with blue paint on its eyelashes and wearing a yellow wig on its head (I recently learned what a wig is) and was wearing a purple sparkly tutu. (I also learned what a tutu is.) “I was being sarcastic.” The Anna creature said. “What is tar-sass-ic?” Molly asked. Anna just sighed. Then she took two of my cousins out and splattered them with ingredients. That was okay, I never really liked them. Then she got my evil Aunt and Uncle out, and repeated the same process. The sun was smiling until her next move. Tarry and I were at the top of the loaf and I was screaming for my dear precious life. “I’m the best. Why eat me when you have her so consider putting me up in a glass case just for show!” Tarry said with a shiver. But the human could not hear us, Tarry and I had to come up with a plan fast! We quickly developed the best plan in the world! To scream for our dear lives like everybody else was doing, so that is what we did. We hoped it would make the human think that we were screaming monsters, but it did no good. We were placed on the counter, not even a cutting board for our delicate crumbs. Then the sharp, shiny, horrible, death trap of doom was heading towards us. Otherwise known as a knife. I had my mouth open ready for a protest, but then the human spread me with peanut butter, I was nearly chocked, and she spread Tarry with the jelly. I called for my mom, but all she said was “Now I’ll have fewer beans to order, oh goody!” Tarry and I were smashed together and the first thing Tarry said was “Eww!” So that made me feel confident. The human dropped us on a plate and said “Here Molly sink your sharp teeth into this.” “Oh yay food!” Molly said. She shoved the whole peanut butter and jelly sandwich in her mouth. She broke Tarry and I into pieces and Tarry said “My beautiful face!” I just yelled and screamed. It hurt a lot. And I mean a lot. Now the real story starts. The digestion had begun. The Saliva in Molly’s ** mouth ** was sprayed on us. Tarry’s mouth was lost while Molly was chewing. Thank goodness! When the ** Saliva ** was sprayed on us it felt like we in a rinse cycle. The Saliva was there to break down the chemicals in us a little bit. It came from the Salivary gland. It was not very “glamorous” as my Grandpa described it. In fact it wasn’t glamorous at all. It made Tarry and me all wet and soaked. Then I turned into a ball of food called a bolus I was rolling around like a washing machine, it sounded even worse like a //whish boom whish whish boom// we slowly started to fall. I could hear muffled sounds something like this “Oh lolly---op- daycare time” “Oh, Moll-- are 3--- old you knowter. Well comen lets-go--- daycare.” Then my fall stopped with a //thud//! I entered the epiglottis, right when Tarry found her mouth and stuck it back on. She explained to me that the epiglottis was there to keep us from going into the windpipe. So we continued to fall and since Tarry found her mouth she said something like this “Ahhh a-ahh whoaaa AHHHHHHH!!!!!” There were echoing sounds as we slide down the stretchy pipe. This, explained Tarry, was the ** esophagus ** and after we went down the esophagus we didn’t immediately drop into the stomach and she added something like “I’m still wet ugh.” after it. The muscles in the walls of the esophagus moved in a rocking motion, so slowly that I fell asleep, until something started to squeeze the esophagus. We were entering the stomach. As we entered the stomach it started to mix us and we were sprayed with…… OW! acid. I burned and broke us down into small pieces. Tarry was yelling “Oh woe is me!!” over and over again. It started killing all of our bacteria with an annoying juice. “Hey, watch it! What if I like my bacteria” I said to the stomach. “I’m just doin’ my job bro.” he said back to me. Then like 7 seconds later we were chyme. Now, Tarry and I were fat and lumpy. And Tarry didn’t dare talk as we entered the small intestine. Then these things started telling us to do 19 jumping jacks. So we did and we burned all our fat off! But I was still fat! He he. “Terry I’m the one who is telling the story here!” Sorry Terry interfered with my story a little bit. So as we entered the ** small intestine **, it broke us down in even smaller pieces and I started to absorb all the vitamins and minerals, which made us feel like sponges, well it made Tarry feel //gross// as she says it. 3 hours later…………. Tarry and I were a watery thin mixture as we were sliding threw the small intestine, and then as we entered the liver I fell asleep. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ When I woke up Tarry said that we were entering the ** large intestine ** now. She said it would be over quickly, but I didn’t believe that babbling backstabber. Oh pardon my words. But it turns out she was telling the truth and it was just like the small intestine, the large intestine just absorbed all the nutrients that Molly’s body didn’t need. Then we were entering something Tarry liked to call the ** Anus **. I thought it was a gross name for something….until I saw what the Anus did. The water started to leave our body and we were solid and brown. Tarry told me what the little ones call it, but it’s too disgusting I don’t even want to say it. Then it all got dark as Tarry and I were pushed out into a bowl of cold water. Floating around bobbing up and down. “There all done!” Molly said. She was reaching towards the handle when… “Molly come on! We are going to sing “Mary Had A Little Lamb” A much older person said. “Okay!” Molly said and she forgot to push the handle. I sighed with relief, but then the older person pushed it and it’s all downhill from here. THE END!!