The day of Madam not lucky - Part1

Tuesday, June 13, 2006.

08h35am

After experiencing so many new things and meeting so many idiots of all kinds, my little trip has finally come to an end.

Yesterday, in the model airplane that was heading down to the runway, I was fidgeting to escape the seatbelt that prevented me from looking out the window and seeing my Lovely Mommy who was waiting for me impatiently.

This morning, for my first day of school in a long time, Sally, who is always jealous of my pretty little buttocks, wanted me to wear a red floral dress with a big bow at the neck. I may be a little girl, but I've known Sally for a long time, so I know perfectly well that she wants to make me look ugly every chance she gets. After a long discussion with Madam jealous, we agreed on a pretty white dress that me and Maï bought before Madam fatty buttocks started her diet.

"School, school, Lara is going to have fun at school, woohoo."

Since my fight with Sally lasted a very long time, as I run down the hallway of the bear house to make up for all that lost time, one of the ladies wearing a bear apron waiting at the door presents me with a small, poorly made package.

"Young Miss, this is a gift left by Madam for you. This morning Madam rose at dawn to prepare this ham and egg sandwich for you and hoping you will appreciate her little gesture, she wishes you a good appetite."

Why do I always feel like those ladies wearing a bear apron are afraid of me? I take the ugly little package from the hands of the lady who doesn't seem very honest and quickly open it.

Poor Lovely Mommy, she is the sweetest Mommy but she hurts herself every time she cuts a piece of bread.

My Mommy is not really good at cooking. I can't say she's very good at cleaning either, but when it comes to bear hug, the best of all, it's my Lovely Mommy.

"Why do you say there's also ketchup inside the sandwich, Mister who stinks? What a heartless bear you are. What sane stuffed animal would have thought of my pretty Mommy cutting her finger and then running it along the slice of ham? Sometimes I wonder if you are completely normal."

Not to be swayed by the nastiness that this abominable teddy bear says, I shove it into my pretty pink school bag and finally quiet, I open the ugly little package.

Once the the little open package, I stay for a moment without really knowing what I'm holding between my little hands. A little unsure, I look at the lady wearing the bear apron who quickly turns her head. No choice, it takes courage but Lara has plenty of it.

I open the thing a little too wet and what I discover inside is like two slices of bread pregnant with a suspicious mixture, but since my Lovely Mommy made it for me, even though it's even uglier than its package, for me, it's the prettiest sandwich.

"Young Miss, I'm afraid if you stand here and contemplate the sandwich Madam made, you will be late for school."

However, even though I know the lady wearing the bear apron is right, it's still something you don't see every day. Who else but my Lovely Mommy could pull this off?

I've missed Claudia a lot these past few days so I put my Mommy's gift back in its package, open the door and rush over to Jeff who's waiting for me outside the car.

"Jeff, look, look, my Lovely Mommy managed to make a sandwich by herself."

I hold out the little package even uglier than before to show Jeff, but as I slip, Mommy's gift slips out of my hands and flies toward a big puddle.

I somehow manage to keep my balance however, having done the little package wrong, it opens up, and after a six foot long a gliding flight, my beautiful sandwich crashes into the huge puddle.

My little heart is beating very fast. I don't know what to do, and when I see the little pieces of egg coming out of the belly of the bread and having fun floating in the water, I can't hold back my tears anymore.

"Wuwuwu, Jeff, call Mommy so she can make me another ugly sandwich, wuwuwu."

I sniffle vigorously yet my snot is dripping so much from my nose that Jeff runs over to help me blow my nose. He affectionately strokes my head and tries to console me by telling me that it's not that bad but, it would still be better if that idiot didn't laugh.

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08h55am

After pushing the idiot driver who finally burst out laughing, I went to look for a plastic bag in the bears' kitchen. My fingers searched the large puddle but as soon as I touched the first slice of bread, it started to crumble. As the second one cut into smaller and smaller pieces as I tried to peach it, I tried to pick up the small pieces of egg but they too turned into crumbs.

Currently with my bag containing my slice of ham next to me in the car taking me to school, I play to be aspirated by the air.

When Jeff saw me with my ham full of dirt, he told me not to eat it. According to this idiot, puddles contain nasty bacteria that give diarrhea. I don't know if this is true or if he said it to tease me, but in order not to ruin the Mommy efforts, I ran back to my room and stuffed a change of panties into my cute school bag.

Being aspirated by the air is a fun game but I'm only allowed to play it when it's not too cold, basically, three months out of the year.

To play it, I took off my pretty little white shoe from my right foot and when I put it out the window the wind that rushes in takes away my arm away.

"Look Jeff, my shoe makes swooch, swooch, huhuhu."

I wait impatiently for Jeff to finally look at my shoe which makes a funny noise, but a big gust of wind blows it out of my hand and it's sent backwards, towards the side of the road.

09:05am

(Swooch, swooch)

Since I'm really late, I do what I can to run towards my class, but my shoe that's full of yellow dirt isn't really helping.

Jeff says it's dirt that's like that glue in the ad that's on TV; a quick drying dirt. I'm not sure if it's quick-drying or if this idiot was lazy to clean my shoe after looking for it for 15 minutes but either way, I don't look smart with my yellow shoe makes swooch, swooch.