(Again, something from a high school assignment. Original date noted below.)
Mom was always a little strange, but when I came home one day to find her decorating the living room with Cheerios, I knew she was over the edge. I mean eating Cheerios is one thing, but looking at them all day and night is just too much. "What's with the cereal?" I asked her. "I thought this room looked too plain," Mom answered, "So I thought I would redecorate creatively." "What's for supper?" I tried to change the subject. It didn't work. "Cheerio casserole, spinach, and boiled Cheerio pudding." Came the sickening answer. I gagged and ran to my room. At least she hadn't gotten in. I still remember the time Mom tried to redecorate my room with big, yellowing, old fashioned books and pictures of them. It was three months before I got rid of the last one. Seriously, what teenager wants books like Webster's Two Volume Dictionary in their room. It only weighs a ton or two. But for now my room was the way I liked it. A few posters on the walls, a few things on the floor; not too clean, but nothing to complain about. I shut the door and threw my backpack at the closet. I'd deal with that later. I picked a comic from under the bed and tried to forget about the cheerios in the living room. Minutes later, Mom knocked on my door. "Do you mind if I put a few decorations in your room?" She asked as she stuck her head in the door. "Yes, I mind," I dropped my comic to the floor, "Could you please leave my room out of your redecorating plans?" Mom's face fell, but she left me alone until supper time. I was just dumping my schoolbooks on my desk when Mom called, "Supper time! Wash up and get to the table." I cautiously opened my door and almost knocked over a large plant pot full of Cheerios. I groaned. Then I gagged on the smell coming from the kitchen. "Hurry up!" Mom called from the dining room. I turned around and went back into my room. From the bottom drawer of my desk, I retrieved enough money to buy my own supper at a fast food place. As I snuck out of the house, I looked at Mom's new decorations. Ugh! I'd never seen so much cereal before. Everything, including the ceiling and floors, were covered in Cheerios. When I got back home, I found Dad waiting for me in the living room, which had been emptied of Cheerios. "Where's Mom?" I asked. "I sent her to live on the Funny Farm," He answered so quietly I could barely hear him, "Her last decorating idea was just too much for any sane person to have to live with." I agreed with him. Original date: Sept 5/96
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AuthorAlexandra A. 'Lexa' Cheshire is the author of numerous novels and short stories published through Howling Wolf Books. Lexa is a wife, mother, cat owner, and music lover. Archives
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