I love sugar. Full stop. Not many people may have noticed how many grams of sugar we consume a day, but I do. I eat it by the load. Lots of people worry about me. They think I’m a lunatic. That’s why I’m here in a mental hospital. My parents put me here. I feel very misunderstood sometimes.
The reason why my parents put me here is an extremely good question. Maybe it was because I tried jumping off that building or maybe because they get constant reports of me escaping school. I don’t know. When I tried jumping off the building I wanted to fly, fly away. Not commit suicide or anything. And escaping school is just a habit. There’s too much work for one child to do.
One doctor here said that I change the topic of the conversation a lot. ‘I don’t do that at all!’ I screamed. I used to have a best friend. Her name was Pebelle. We used to sit on the beach together, and I would tell her about, well, me. One day my parents threw Pebelle in the ocean, they said it was for the best. Apparently I looked weird talking to a rock. People these days, don’t they know anything?
Besides Pebelle I was quite lonely. I never really talked to the other kids at school much. Their human nature does not interest me in the slightest. But you know what interests me? Animals. I love animals, especially turtles. They’re awesome. Back to sugar. I’m erupting over and over again because the people here say that I’m not allowed any sweets anymore. And sweets are my life. So does that mean they’re killing me? ‘Best doctors of the year award.’ I moaned sarcastically.
THE END
That was a very short and strange story. I wrote\typed it doing something very simple. Selecting a random word, sugar for example and wrote a story surrounding the word. About a crazy girl for example. It is one of the easiest techniques I know if you want to write a short story.
