White wallpaper with makeup stains and antiques cover her dusty tables. Her clothes smell like rotten fish and old french fries...
by The Winter Creative Writing Enrichment Class ~ Andy '20, Giaco '20, Lindsay '20, Addie '20, Eliza '20, Julia '19, and Mackenzie '20
White wallpaper with makeup stains and antiques cover her dusty tables. Her clothes smell like rotten fish and old french fries. Her dress was scraps of rags unevenly sewn together. The seams stretched as she boiled over with anger and jumped onto the table. Her voice rang through the house, like a bell being hit over and over. The table could not support her broad shoulders and her wobbly body; it crashed to the floor. She stood up, but her eyebrows pointed down at the innocent children. They cowered in the corner, surrounded by lipstick tubes and eyeshadow palettes that were scattered across the floor and tattered carpet.
The bags under Violet’s eyes were thick and dark. A bow held back her short, black hair that was becoming frizzy under the pressure. Her nose was as red as an apple and her watery eyes dripped tears of exhaustion. Her head bowed in sorrow, she did not want to hear the screams coming from Countess Olaf’s lipstick stained yellow teeth. She untied her hair from the tight ponytail held together with a velvet ribbon, and faced her worst nightmare…