The Salsa of the Fiesta

Fiesta Of the Salsa

There once was a girl called Fiesta Salsa KinSEEarea but her friends called her Fiesta for short. One day she went to the spice market with her mother like she always did every sunday night. The man selling the spices said to her "hello you chook". She was offended. People had always called her a dyke, but a chook? FUCK. NO.

She ran home crying. She was heartbroken. Fiesta had moved from mexico to australia for a better life. Not to be chook labeled. Chickens were a symbol of poverty and Boc Boc where she came from. She was just trying to escape her past.
The tears slid down her rosey pale cheeks. She was not like all the other girls. She was too quirky and her plantium blue orbs glew in the dark. She knew she could never be loved.

Her mother was calling for her. "SALSA" she screamed in the gloomy dark.
Fiesta heard this and ran even faster. Her eyes dripping created a path of destruction down the street.
Finally when she got home  she slipped on the pathway. She was a clumsy bitch and God hated her for it. She was now drowning in her tears on the ground.
"HUMPHHH" she cried gasping for air. She knew all the skinny girls would look and laugh as she rolled around a fat ugly whore. Christianity had changed her and she grew sick of government control.

Her mum finally caught up to her. "Get off the ground u stupid waddle pop".
Her mum Salso Fiesto, always screamed at Fiesta when she cried. She thought that crying was a sin as bodily juices including tears should be saved for marriage, and Fiesta would never be married. She grabbed fiesta by the hair and ripped her roots all the way to the bedroom and through her on the cold damp bed. "SLEEP IT OFF BITCH" she growled in a hungry way.
Fiesta hated her mother, but she knew one day she would floor that bitch in her car.

6 years had passed.

It was now a cozy summer day and Fiesta had finally finished her weight loss program. She was now a skinny legend but not skinny enough. It was now year 2040 and annorexia is the new fashion but fiesta could never be a boney gal. She cried in sorrow, for she would always have the desire for her neighbours foods. How could she fit into a society that doesnt even fit in with her? She giggled like a trumpet and swallowed another pill. She knew she had no other option. Suicide.

She climbed onto the crusty, scrapy tree. She knew it was high enough to jump and break all her delicate bones. They were like glass in a world full of plastic. She jumped and accidentally fell forward on her stomach. There was a moist sound that hit the ground and she woke up in a hospital bed.

Beep beep said the hospital machines. The nurses came in and told Fiesta she had landed on all her fat and squished it away. She was now an annorexic. Fiesta vibrated in pleasure. She knew that god had made her a clumsy bitch so that he could laugh at her from hell.

Her mother came in and pulled Fiesta's life support. She died that day in agony. "Oophhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs" her mother said "i needed to charge my phone".

THE END