inheriting Your mother's burnt pot's....
Emmy slouched at the end of the breakfast table, methodically picking all the yellow jelly beans out of her mother�s atrocious ceramic rooster bowl and watching her sister dissect breakfast. She was starting to feel a bit nauseous, sitting there with coffee and jelly beans swimming in her stomach, watching her perfect little sister eat her perfectly balanced breakfast. Emmy felt like she had just ingested a brick while her mind churned� �god, she�s not even real� she�s like a partially cooked microwave dinner, the outsides warm and perfectly edible, but the inside is fucking frozen solid. I have to stop eating this shit; I don�t want to know how many cavities I�ve amassed��
For years she wrote off all these terrible thoughts as jealousy, the kind of dirty little inklings of envy that you would never express to anyone out of shame, but these days she was pretty sure her sister Lauren, deserved every icy stab she could muster. Imagine that last night you overheard her talking to your mother, the woman whose roof, you at age 27 are still living under. �Mom, just look at her� she�s never going to get married like this. She has totally just let herself go; she never does her hair or wears makeup. What�s the point of having nice clothes if you aren�t going to wear them mom. It�s just sad because she has the capability to be pretty, she just doesn�t try� I don�t know what�s worse� being totally ugly or being pretty but lazy.� �Fuck her�, Emmy thought, �her shallowness never ceases to amaze me. She is so boring, you can only get so far on being nothing other than a spoiled, beautiful, fake human being. You can pretend to care all you want Lauren, but you only care about yourself� you put everyone else down so that you can be all the more spectacular on your throne of shit!�
The sound of Lauren pushing her chair back from the table brought her back down to reality� back to being the quiet girl who would never ever say all that aloud for fear of loosing what ever face she may still have with her sister who already thinks that she�s a complete waste of life. She looked up from her cold coffee and reached across the table for the newspaper that was refolded neatly next to Lauren�s place. Emmy didn�t know how it happened, but a second later she was listening to her sister squawking at her like barnyard fowl� looking down at her feet, she saw the dead rooster, bleeding green, red, orange and blue, but an incriminating lack of yellow out onto the white tiled floor. The poor bird�s insides rolled with audible haste towards the far corners of the room and settled in every crevice that was impossible to reach� little escaping convicts, free from their jailors. Lauren scowled and waved her exacerbated expressions in Emmy�s face and before she knew what she was saying, Emmy opened her mouth� �Oh shut up Lauren, it was an ugly fucking bowl� The damn rooster deserved to die!"