"The Curse of the Bouncing Chicken Wing"(short story)
The world stood still.
Stopped turning.
I couldn't think straight. My eyes were blurry, nothing seemed right. It was like a black hole, keeps going and going until you realise there's no getting out of it. Unless you're Superman, Iron Man or whatever, but in this case...I was not.
A short stubby man with a big, bulky nose and nerdy glasses, that were far too big for his head, was staring right at me from across a small wooden table, at least I think he was, as I said, "I couldn't think straight." He was asking me questions, I suppose, but all that I could come across was "explain" this "explain" that, so on. You don't expect a 8 year old girl to sit in a chair and answer a bunch of question from the FBI, recalling every single detail of the most horrifying moment of her life. At least I got some pringles.
This is how it went.
When I was a little girl my dream was not find the only unicorn on earth, or meet Pinkie Pie from My Little Ponies, OK, maybe that was one of them, but my most important one of all was... to become the all time champion of "The Chicken Wing Championships" in Texas, I knew this is what I always wanted.
Five years of preparation, and finally the time came! I was ready!
I arrived to "The Chicken Wing Championships" surprised. I was the only 8 year old girl fighting for my spot, everybody else was in their 50's or over. Do they see this competition as a game? This is life
or death! Win it or lose it!
It was my turn to go up on stage for the finals, along with my 2 other competitors.
-One over sized man with a curly dusty beard, in overalls and plastic boots covered in horse gunk.
-The other was an old bloke that had biker gear on and smelled of Marlboro cigarettes.
Rules are simple 5mins to eat 43 chicken wings, whoever eats all or eats the most by the end wins.
Catch is they are very, very spicy.
1,2,3 GO!
I was up devouring them by the second I was in the lead, by one minute my opponent, that smelled of horse plop, gave up.
Just me and you Marlboro guy.
3minutes up, 2 to go, I was wining, I shall be the champion! The force is with me today, as always.
30seconds. I'm going to win 42 down, 1 to go.
Suddenly, I dropped it, like my life dropped before me! Everything froze. 15 seconds. I did not hesitate to grab it, but the problem was it started bobbing across the ground like puppets, it kept going and going, right off stage. Was somebody tricking me? Was this a joke? 5,come on, 4, you can do it,3 what is wrong with this stupid wing , 2,,just about got it, 1!
My life ended.
I turned around, the Marlboro guy finished, he finished! I'm not the Champion! Now I won't be getting my chicken wing eating degree when I'm older. This curse ruined my future, my dreams.
5 minutes later, I was led into the small shack of a police station, and in the position I am in now. As I'm in this chair regretting the last 10 minutes of my life, I realised I never wanted to be a chicken wing champion, deep down I want to be a..... Hot dog eating champion.
By:Maya Huf