cereal

the story

Monique Ibarra sat on her bed. Looking atop at her roof, seeing her star lights lighting up the entire roof, the only thing she can see is a poster of 1D, all shirtless, all sexy in her opinion. Nothing should change in her opinion. Everything should stay intact, in her opinion. Zayn should've never left 1D, what the fuck Zayn you were my bae. Whatever, she couldn't think straight. Maybe it was because it was 2 in the morning and she hasn't slept in 25 hours. Maybe she was hungry. Obviously she thought. She was hungry. Food. Need. What food? Cereal, of course. Obviously she thought. Cereal is food. Food. Need. She crept out of her room, and walked to her kitchen. She grabbed her favorite cereal, Honey Smacks, and put it into a bowl. Some fell out, but she ate it off the counter. She grabbed some milk from the fridge and poured it into her cereal. Slowly, but surely it rose up, making the cereal become wet with the milk. Monique almost had a lady-moment she was super satisfied. She grabbed her cereal, and decided to make the trek up her stairs, and slowly but surely she went up each step. 1st Step, 2nd Step, 3rd Step, 4th Step, 5th S-oh no. Monique fell, tripping on a piece of clothing. Her cereal, fell everywhere. On the stairs, on the clothing, on her, some milk got on her face and hair. That didn't matter, Monique was already crying. She then realized.

The Honey Smacks god is coming for me.

She already spilled milk on herself this month, and they gave her another chance.

She wanted to hide. Should she? Where? Where can you hide from god?

Too late. She heard them coming. A two legged frog came in her house, silently. He grabbed her and they left. Once they stopped, she found herself inside of a giant room, white. Only thing in the room was a big gallon of milk and an empty bowl. What were they doing? She was placed in the bowl. Then Dig 'Em Frog started to regurgitate from his mouth. Honey Smacks, each one trying to crush her. She was able to avoid most of them, until one smashed her arm. She lived.

But Wait. What about, the milk?

Monique immediately became overcome with milk in her face. She couldn't breathe. She tried to leave. She was helpless. Deep down, she knew she wanted this eventually. She did find an area inside of a Honey Smack where milk did not get inside. Once she got inside, she was lifted up. She was gonna be vored by a frog. 

                                                                              Monique Ibarra

                                                                                   2004-2017

                                                          "Any of you got some Honey Smacks?"