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Chapter 7 - Pink Eye Confessions
Pinky had pink eye. Those precious emerald
green eyes that everyone had
adored were sore and squinting as pus oozed out of them. Her tiny thin frame
lay resting on the emergency bed, as the nurse filed through the medical bag
for eyedrops.
“Owwwww! Hurry up! My eyes are stinging, and everything is fuzzy, and...!
”
She whined.
Her face scrunched up, and her hands waved back and forth dramatically as
she fanned herself down.
“Don’t touch your eyes, otherwise you’ll infect them, darling!” remarked the
nurse.
“I’m not!” She snapped back. But to Pinky’s dismay, her loud whiny voice
was recognised by Great Aunt Gretchen, who soon after waddled into the
emergency room screeching her name.
“PINKY!” Her head was boiling, her squinted eyes filled with rage.
Her wrinkles were accentuated by a giant frown. Great Aunt Gretchen Sugar-
ham Dungaree Graham was about to explode. Her plump, fat chest expanded,
popping a button on her shirt, and her saggy neck tilted violently as her raspy,
tired voice began to screech.
“PINKY! YOU IMBECILE!” Great Aunt Gretchen stuttered for words. Her
wrath overcame her, and she hesitated for a sentence.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU SPOILT, NO-GOOD WIMP? Why
haven’t you finished the race?! How.. how…. how… You lazy, sensitive loser!
Why did I ever believe in you? All you are is a pretty dull primp. I did every-
thing for you! I sacrificed everything!”
“But..,” Pinky tried to interject. It wasn’t her fault the lake had flooded from
nowhere. It wasn’t her fault a stick stabbed her pupils. it wasn’t her fault she
had pink eye and couldn’t see a thing.