Ginger-Float

After opening the fridge door I warmed myself up to the idea of eating something. I looked at my options; Plain yogurt, spoiled strawberries, ½% milk, raw ham, and Canada Dry. I took the pop and went to retrieve the Hustonville ice-cream. As I was making my Ginger-Float, my mother walked in, glancing my way only for a short second.

“My children are insane.” She said. The bubbles grew almost instantly and I was off to my room, questioning why I’d made the strange concoction. Why did I always need to eat something? As I dug in, the first spoon of suds was intensely vulgar. But after a few daring more takes, the false twang of vinegar quickly left and the taste was actually not half bad. Next time I had a sore throat and my mom neglected to think of me when shopping, this was my go-to bad food/drink.

I returned to my writing assignment, and found it impossible to type as my coughing became heavy and impossible to ignore.