The Boy Who Ate Wax

The race

There once was a young boy who ate candle wax for breakfast, lunch and supper. This boy ate so much wax that the boy himself looked like a wax candle. When he would scratch his head particles of hard wax would fall like snow from his chestnut hair. When he would bathe he had to be very cautious as to not scrub his skin too hard. For if he did he would surely deteriorate. One day the young boy was playing outside on a ninety-five degree weather day. All was well until he was asked to join a race. The boy was weary of running for if he did he would definitely melt. Still. The boy was more worried about how he would be poked and teased if he did not participate. After about a minute of thinking it through, the boy decided to throw caution to the wind and joined the race. As he ran he could feel himself gradually thinning out. Even though he knew that he should stop running he ignored his concious and kept going. He had finally reached the half point when he felt a liquid trickling down his face. Surely enough it was his skin melting. The boy started worrying more. He knew that if he continued he would melt away. But what would they say if he quit now? What would they call him? No. He couldn't allow for his friends to make fun of him. So he kept running and as he ran his friends were shouting his name. This encouraged him to keep going. Now he had just passed the 3/4 line he could feel his back melting underneath his shirt. He cursed the sun as he kept running the boy next to him was about fifty feet ahead of him.  For a second he thought to himself what if I just let him win? What would my friends say about me then? What would be the horrible nickname that would replace my true name? Now more than ever he was determined to win. He couldn't bare what would happen if he lost. Suddenly it got harder for him to run he was now running lopsided. He looked down and saw that a small puddle had replaced his left leg. No matter he thought I'm almost there. I have to win. Just then he could see a bright red line just about a hundred feet of him. I have to keep going he thought to himself as his forehead had disappeared and melted into his eyes. He couldn't see anymore. He tried to move the wax out of his eyes but the more he rubbed his eyes the smaller his face got. Now you must be thinking surely he had stop running now. But nope. The boy was determined to become the champion of this race. So he continued. Using his hearing to guide him. Running with his hands outstretched in front of him he could feel his hands grasping a material. It was the finish line! He had won! He wanted to hoot and holler in joy of his victory. But he couldn't. His mouth had melted away no matter he thought. At least now my friends can't make fun of me for losing the race now. He ran over to his friends but to his surprise the other boys were running away from him and calling him a monster. The boy could not understand why this was so. The boy couldn't hold in his sadness anymore and so he began to weep silently. His tears fell from his almost non existent eyes. His tears started streaming down his chest making it gradually melt away. The boy weaped so much that he had became only a puddle. He could no longer run. The other boys who had encouraged him to join the race felt relieved when the monster of a boy had melted away. They cheered on the runner-up and they all walked home together in the sunlight without another thought of the boy who ate wax.