Viper

• Erin Walsh, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2010

As I stroked her smooth, green skin, I remembered the battle in which she had been harmed. That dreadful day when her magnificent beauty had been demolished by just the tiniest fault.

Ever since then I have nursing her back to health. Hoping; that she would become herself again once more, “Soon,” I whisper soothingly to her, “don’t worry, soon…”

Once in a while I bathed her and tend to her horrific wounds. She would not last much longer. The battle could have ended up worse though; she may have died, along with me.

I took my hand away from her back and searched around, what a mess it has been the past days, I hoped that all the hard work I had done payed off.

Eventually, I found what I was looking for under a pile of old boxes, I gave her the food and tested her reactions. So far, so good.

Now the final day arrived and it was time, I grabbed the key and hopped into the Dodge Viper; VROOOMMM. Victory! I yelled praise at the car, put my foot on the accelerator and drove away.