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| Alyssa Sinclair |
By Alyssa Sinclair
Grade 8, LCS
Do you know what idioms are? If you don’t, idioms are phrases or expressions and its total meaning is different from the meaning of individual words. If you do know what an idiom is, good for you! Anyway, I asked you because our story goes behind the scenes, lets you see an ordinary day in the life of me, “I’m in a pretty pickle!” Let’s get started.
I get in a lot of trouble most days, which makes sense because my whole name, “I’m in A Pretty Pickle,” means you’re in trouble. This morning when Alarm was going off, I got so annoyed that I took Pillow and started hitting Alarm with Pillow. Alarm and Pillow both had to go to Doctor to make sure they were okay. After that, I was heating Pan on Stove and set them on fire!! She had to call the Fire Engine to help her. It took a while, but they got the fire out. Stove was severely injured and refused to live with me anymore.
After that, I was mad and very sad. Stove was my best friend. I went to Freezer to get some ice cream.
Hey Freezer,” I said sadly.
Hey, I’m in a pretty pickle! What’s wrong?” he asked.
WHAT’S WRONG?!?!?! I JUST LIT MY BEST FRIEND ON FIRE, THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!!” I screamed.
“No need to yell,” Freezer muttered. “I just won’t give you anything any more.”
“But, Freezer” I said.
“No buts about it, Pickle! No ice cream or fish sticks for you!”
“Fine. I’ll buy more food and put them in Other Freezer, if that’s how you want to be.”
“YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH OTHER FREEZER? THAT’S MY BROTHER!!!!” Freezer said.
“Umm …”
“No. Don’t even try to cover for yourself. Even I’m not that cold. I’ve been a loyal freezer for years and … How long have you had Other Freezer?”
“…Maybe a year or two,” I said slowly.
“A year or two? You’ve had me for 3 years, and you’ve been cheatin’ on me with my own brother for two of them?”
“When you put it like that you make me sound terrible, but … yeah.” I said, feeling really guilty.
“Whatever. We’re through!” Then Freezer grew legs and headed toward the door.
“Freezer! Wait! Please don’t go!”
“I can’t take it, Pickle! My own brother!” He was gone.
I started to cry. But I got over it and got into Shower. It was freezing! Then I shut her off for 10 minutes and it was so hot! I was Ms. Fried Pickle!!
After I got out of the shower, I made some lunch in Microwave, where even I couldn’t destroy, harass, or harm in any way! But somehow, my lunch exploded. (And it was cornbread in there!) The worst part is Microwave doesn’t like cornbread! I didn’t even know cornbread could explode. While I was cleaning cornbread from Microwave, there was a knock on Door, and I went to answer it. It was my neighbor Author-ity. He’s a lawyer if you didn’t know.
“Hello. I’m Author-ity Lawe. I am here to give you your court date.”
“What court date?” I asked, confused and shocked, “For what? What did I do?”
“The court date that was set when Mr. Stove Baker called me and asked to make a court date to sue you for Appliance Abuse and Neglect.”
“Oh, that,” I said.
“Yeah. See you in court, ma’am. I hope you have a good lawyer, ‘cause you’re going to need one.” He said, then left.
I’ve dealt with so much today I needed to sleep it all away. So I’m going to go to my fridge and go into my jar and do the only thing that won’t hurt anyone, sleep, ask you to leave before I hurt you ON ACCIDENT. Bye. It was nice to meet you.
