| Starving Kid (a Dialogue) |
| Emily�s stomach growled like a furious tiger. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table in the living room of her house, and she watched tv with a blank expression on her face. A car door slammed from outside, and the front door opened. Emily jumped to her feet. �Mom, I�m hungry,� Emily whined. She grasped her stomach with both hands, and it growled again. �Oh, be quiet. I just got in from work,� her mother said, with a hint of exasperation. She dropped her briefcase onto the floor. �I know, I know.� Emily said, and followed her mother up the stairs. �What�s for dinner, though?� Her mother stopped dead in her tracks and turned around suddenly. Her eyes were filled with annoyance. �It has been a long, tiring day. I�m drained, and not in the mood for your whining,� she said, and continued up the stairs. Emily was right at her heels. Emily sighed loudly, and in a very obnoxious tone said, �Ok, Mom. I won�t bother you any more. I�ll just sit in my room and waste away to a shadow. Send in my bread and water when it�s convenient for you.� Emily�s mother whipped around on her high heels, and her look cut deep into her daughter. �What did you say?� she challenged, and noticed Emily shrink back a little bit. �I�m hungry, that�s all. What do I have to do to get food around here?� Emily grumbled, her need for food taking a hold of her mind and verbal skills. Her mother continued to glare down at her. �I don�t have time for this,� her mother shouted, and slammed her bedroom door closed. From in the hall, Emily shouted back, �Fine then! Don�t make me anything to eat! I�ll start to look like those kids in Africa, the ones who only get one bean every three weeks or something. I�ll starve to death. You�ll regret not feeding me then!� Emily stormed into her room, and slammed her door closed like her mother had. �Good, then I wouldn�t have to hear your whining!� was the last thing Emily heard her mother say before she put a pillow over her head. Lair Homepage More stories |