Taco Bell: A Short Story
Honk! My mom’s white Ford Explorer pulled up beside me. I got in the car. It was the end of another successful football game.
“How was football?” She asked me.
“It was great,” I told her, “We creamed them and they were sore losers.”
“Since you destroyed them,” Mom explained, “I think you should choose where to eat lunch.”
“What about Taco Bell. I’ve never eaten there, and it’s close to us.”
“Okay.”
We talk about the game until we reach the to go line. I wonder if the chicken cheese quesadilla is good, I thought. I went with the quesadilla and we started to drive home.
We lived on Lookout Mountain, Georgia. I ate the whole quesadilla not even half way up the mountain. Then, I got a weird feeling in my throat. This can’t be good, I thought …show more content…
I knelt over the toilet and opened my mouth. Sure enough, vomit shot through my throat, right into the toilet. Tears filled my eyes as chunky red and green puke fell out of my mouth. Then, it stopped. Could This be it? I thought. Just then, more of puke forced it’s way through my mouth only this time it looked like my breakfast. It kept dropping into the toilet. Make it stop! I thought. The vomit started to slow down and before long, it was dripping out of my mouth.
My mom walked in the house carrying a few bags of groceries. She glanced into the bathroom and saw me kneeling in front of the toilet. “Honey, are you okay?” she asked very worried.
“I threw up” I mumbled to her.
Mom quickly put the groceries on the bar in the kitchen then walked into the laundry room and came out with an empty ice cream bucket with a ton of toilet paper in it. She calls them puke buckets. “JC, come over here,” she told me.
I went over to the family room and layed down on the couch. Mom set the puke bucket on my stomach and patted me on the head. She continued to get grocereys out of the car.
Why did I have to eat that quesadilla on the way up the mountain, I thought. If I have just waited a little longer and I would have eaten a delicious quesadilla and I wouldn’t be stuck on this stupid couch all day.
I think I learned a valuable lesson that day. Next time I should be just a little more
“How was football?” She asked me.
“It was great,” I told her, “We creamed them and they were sore losers.”
“Since you destroyed them,” Mom explained, “I think you should choose where to eat lunch.”
“What about Taco Bell. I’ve never eaten there, and it’s close to us.”
“Okay.”
We talk about the game until we reach the to go line. I wonder if the chicken cheese quesadilla is good, I thought. I went with the quesadilla and we started to drive home.
We lived on Lookout Mountain, Georgia. I ate the whole quesadilla not even half way up the mountain. Then, I got a weird feeling in my throat. This can’t be good, I thought …show more content…
I knelt over the toilet and opened my mouth. Sure enough, vomit shot through my throat, right into the toilet. Tears filled my eyes as chunky red and green puke fell out of my mouth. Then, it stopped. Could This be it? I thought. Just then, more of puke forced it’s way through my mouth only this time it looked like my breakfast. It kept dropping into the toilet. Make it stop! I thought. The vomit started to slow down and before long, it was dripping out of my mouth.
My mom walked in the house carrying a few bags of groceries. She glanced into the bathroom and saw me kneeling in front of the toilet. “Honey, are you okay?” she asked very worried.
“I threw up” I mumbled to her.
Mom quickly put the groceries on the bar in the kitchen then walked into the laundry room and came out with an empty ice cream bucket with a ton of toilet paper in it. She calls them puke buckets. “JC, come over here,” she told me.
I went over to the family room and layed down on the couch. Mom set the puke bucket on my stomach and patted me on the head. She continued to get grocereys out of the car.
Why did I have to eat that quesadilla on the way up the mountain, I thought. If I have just waited a little longer and I would have eaten a delicious quesadilla and I wouldn’t be stuck on this stupid couch all day.
I think I learned a valuable lesson that day. Next time I should be just a little more