Vomit Fever

• Alak Nai, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2008

Vomit Fever
I anxiously smile; I look at my tea then at gran, mum and dad. Gran looks really eager for me to drink it, but I can’t. Her deep brown eyes twinkle behind a pair of rectangular, gold wire-rim glasses. Mum and dad mouth ‘Drink it’. The tea looks disgusting; the cup has green slimy things floating on top that look like slugs. The tea is a pale brown that doesn’t look very pleasant to drink. The cup looks like it hasn’t been washed for a long time; its rim has dark brown mould all around it.
As I take the cup to my face, I feel beads of sweat form on my neck. I gently put my mouth on the cup. I try to put it on the place with the least amount of mould but I can’t. The mould feels funny on my lips, it feels furry and old.
I quiver from the smell of the tea; it has a strong smell of vomit. I take a tiny gulp of the tea, it’s gross, I hate it. It slowly slithers down my throat, like a slimy snail slowly going down a tunnel. It tastes warm but gross. I put the tea down and politely smile at gran signalling that the tea is lovely, which it isn’t.
I reach for a biscuit, I feel my hands trembling, I don’t want to have a biscuit. The biscuit looks soggy and looks weird from other biscuits. I take it up to my mouth, I open my mouth and bite, and it’s revolting. I star munching on it, but it’s too wet and soggy, I feel the biscuit stick to my teeth. I quickly swallow it, I feel the biscuit stick to my throat, I try coughing it out but it still stays stuck. I start to feel panicky and I can’t breathe, so I reach for my tea and I take a HUGE gulp. It doesn’t make it any better, it makes it worse. The tea makes the biscuit slimy but it still stays stuck in my throat.
The taste of slimy biscuit stuck in my throat is dreadful. I feel something push the biscuit up my throat, It feels watery and warm, I know what it is, It’s vomit.
I feel the vomit quickly fill my mouth up. I swiftly put my hand on my mouth, dad glares at me warning me not to throw up, but it’s too late, I throw up everywhere on gran’s beautiful white silky sofa. I see chunky orange and yellow things that look like carrot and the remains of the slimy biscuit that made me throw up. I look at mum, her face turns pale green, and she throws up too.
At least I’m not the only one that threw up.