Whistle Pop Crackle
"This is just a part of growing up." -Flynn Rider, Tangled "Whistle. Pop! Pop! Crackle." Twitch. "Whistle. Pop! Pop! Crackle." Twitch. "Whistle. Pop! Pop! Crackle. Pop! Pop! Boom! Pop! Pop! Hiss." That's about when the convulsing started. The fireworks were rough for me this Fourth of July. People here really like their fireworks. I like them too — or at least I did until I found myself alone in the kitchen with some uncut strawberries and a maniac swinging a knife around the room. It was me. I was the maniac. "Pop! Pop! Hiss." I don't understand, "Pop! Pop! Crackle," w hy this is happening. "Pop! Pop!" Am I dying? "Pop!" Stop, please stop! "Pop! Pop!" Please... But I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't stop gasping, I couldn't stop hurting. The knife dropped to the table and I staggered off to my room like Frankenst...