Cereal's Tragic Tales
Cereal's Tragic Tales
On my way back from The Fallen Angels Satan Club Meeting I looked in my mailbox and I got a letter. It said, "Dear Cereal, Why are you so ugly? I have to go. Be a good orphan. Goodbye. Love, Mrs. Mommy." I wondered who had written that letter. After about 20 minutes of standing in front of my mailbox, I realized it was my mom. My mom had written the letter to me. My mom. She was the one. She had written the letter. Mrs. Mommy was my mommy. A single tear rolled down my cheek.
I realized that I couldn’t live with Regina anymore. My severe sadness is just making her sadder and sadder. I can't see her that sad. I decided to move out on my own. I couldn't find a place to live though. No one wants to sell an apartment to an ugly depressed boy. Oh woe is me! I feel like every hair on my head was being ripped out one by one. Then I realized the reason I felt that way was because my hands were ripping out my hairs one by one.
Later on, I went to the mall to buy a wig. When I went in, everyone was staring at me. Probably because I was bald. I went to the wigs store. But it wasn’t open. Oh no. I realized the reason it wasn't open was because it was very late and nothing was open except for the sporting goods store. I recalled an episode of Saved By the Bell, and I decided to go in the tent in the sporting good store. I stayed up really late wishing Kelly Kapowski would come in the tent. But then I realized that I'm a loser, and no one likes me. Oh my medication! Where are you? I need you so! My blood pulsed through my veins rapidly. It felt like a million tiny knives stabbing me.
In the morning I got a letter from the mailman. He opened up the tent and said, "Here, this is for you!" I said, "Me?" and he said "Yes." So I assumed it was for me. It was a letter from Regina! How did she know where I lived? Before I could think about it, I realized that I was so depressed and that I couldn't take it anymore and I needed drugs. Then...