The Perfect Sideshow

I dragged my half-dead body to the pantry. My eyes drooped and I stumbled forward, I grabbed the cold cereal (chocolate of course, no other kind of cold cereal is edible) and walked over to the table. My bowl, my spoon, and the jug of milk lay in front of me I sleepily poured the cereal and the milk. I put two pieces of toast into the toaster. I lazily dumped food into my mouth staring at my little brother.

He grabbed pieces of pancakes and shoved them down his throat. With a sputter they all came out. A sour smell filled the room. He gagged. His shirt became covered in the goop. My mom came over and hit him on the back, knocking out the pancake that was lodged in his throat.

We cleaned him off and sat him down again. He picked up more pancakes and the process repeated.The air stunk. He erupted, the chunks of pancake were drowned in bile and saliva. I stood up and put my bowl in the sink. I had lost my appetite.