'snicker bar'.

i'm done writing the essay for Ms Jae. i think it's nice. i hope they like it. i hope she does. i hope you all do:


Snicker Bar

The table was sparkling, two cups of hot milk on its surface – Catherine’s and the smaller, narrower one for her daugher. Next to the two cups, was a plate of Peanut Butter sandwich and chocolate-coated bread.
The little girl was singing ‘Mary had a little lamb’ throwing her feet, together, heavily on each step that she took. She always failed to put only one foot on each step.
When she was done with the stairs, she dashed into the kitchen, shrieking, ‘the lamb was sure to go’ in the highest possible pitch she could produce, before throwing her arms around Catherine’s hips, screaming good morning. And as she did this, there was a sick annoyed air about Catherine, and the way she picked her daughter up and placed her on the kitchen stool. The forced smile on her face, the slight hunch of her back and the way she would loosen her arms that supported her little girl, way before the child could comfortably rest her petit frame on the small wooden stool.
“You haven’t much time, my dear. You took rather long to get dressed today,” there was a slight twitch above her left eye.
“I’m sorry, mummy. But I’ll hurry.”
“Alright, my dear,” she said, her eye still twitching.
She sat, watching her little girl take tiny hurried bites of her sandwiches, the way she could never eat without leaving scraps of food all over the sparkling table she had just polished. Catherine’s eye twitched again. For this, she slapped her forehead and hurriedly downed her glass of milk before lifting her little girl back onto the floor.
“You’ve got to go now,” she said. “The bus will be here any moment.” She slid a lunch box into the little girl’s arms. Inside the lunchbox, of course, was a scrumptious meal of lamb chop and rice, tediously prepared from the morning.
“Goodbye, mummy,” the usual shriek and a kiss on the cheek.
“Chrissie! Wait,” the twitch in her eye is gone. She turns and reaches out for an open packet of Snicker’s on the kitchen top. “Here, eat it now before it melts.”
“But, mummy, it’s not even lunch yet. You said that I shouldn’t eat any sweet…”
“Now, my darling, today’s special,” the annoyed air about Catherine is gone.
Watching her little girl close the door behind her and do a little skip as she does this, Catherine smiles to herself. It always amuses her to see a little bit of chocolate cheer a child up. This time now, though, Catherine smile begins to spread even wider. It’s even more amusing to think that little Chrissie’s day was made by a tool that she thought was the most simple work but most successful work a genius could ever come up with – a Snicker bar with a razor blade, tiny enough to be swallowed but yet sharp enough to slice, carefully pushed into the centre.
And as she thought about it, Catherine began to giggle. What a waste, she thought, Chrissie’s lamb chop would have to go to waste.


okay, now that that's done, i shall sleep. night.