March 1, 2009...10:43 am

A Kid Named Toast

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Toast was a very skinny, gaunt child, unlike his slightly overweight, dull edged parents. He had bright green eyes and fire shocked hair nearly half as long as he was. However, he was quite short, and could be compared to a very small,human square. Round arm chairs had always been Toast’s mortal enemies, as he always had problems fitting into their padded shapes. Simply put, Toast was unlike any person in the universe.

He usually only dressed in yellow, which he thought was ironic because butter is yellow as well. During the early morning hours of school, Toast tended to make people very voracious. They often sat at his table only to stare and drool at his buttered toast appearance. Luckily, Toast never minded. By lunch, his starved companions would refuel and normal conversations would ensue for the rest of the day. Then again any conversation with Toast was never a normal one.

He was super imaginative, that Toast. Everyday was a different story. He regularly grew tired of normal school with normal people and their normal names. The teacher would often condone Toast for daydreaming about various jams or peanut butters, which he said sometimes whispered and walked into the door and mocked him. Toast hated jam and peanut butter. In fact, Toast hated everything that wasn’t cereal. It was simply amazing that he had made it to year seven of his life. At the doctor’s office, nurses would glare in amazement at his lab results because he was extremely healthy. It was all very weird.

One particular morning, Toast was sitting at the table, fiddling with the horseshoes in his Lucky Charms. His spoon poked and sliced at the marshmellows,pushing them far into the milk. He stared into his bowl, wondering what life would be like as soggy cereal. He imagined it would be very humid. Somehow, he figured it might have been more exciting and spontaneous than life as Toast.

A note from the author on this post:

You should always write something…Even if it doesn’t make sense.

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