One day I was sitting at home on the computer and I was talking with my friends on Facebook and looking through my notifications.
Suddenly, a wet sensation came upon me.
My shirt was stained in a yellow-liquidy color and my heart stopped beating.
What in the world could this be? I thought.
I examined it with my five senses by touching, smelling, listening, thinking, and worst of all-- tasting.
It felt sticky and part of it sticked to my fingers. It had an odd smell that was sour yet sweet. I listened to it, but it made no sound. I thought of it and I couldn't find out what it was.
Then I tasted it.
I shut my eyes and winced as I licked my shirt.
It tasted like oranges.
Is this orange juice? I asked myself.
Yes, yes it is. I answered.
I looked over and orange juice was dripping on the carpet.
I stared in amazement--how could I have not known this?
I stared at dumbfounded, thinking of nothing else but the juice. I heard a buzzing noise--probably someone talking, but I didn't listen to it for I was too focused on the incident.
Then I felt a hot burning pain across my face. I just got slapped by my mom.
TO BE CONTINUED....
