The Egg by Emma Grimm
The rain came down hard. I
shielded my head with my arm but it didn't do much. I darted across the small
meadow to finally spot my destination. Only a little longer and I would soon be
in the forest. The big, old, dark forest. The reason my delusional friend told
me to meet her there is unknown. I had finally made it to the forest. I wiped
my dark, wet hair out of my face. Every inch of my body soaked with the
freezing cold downpour. I waited for a while, afraid to enter this pitch-black
forest. I couldn't turn back now. Not when I was so close. I entered, ignoring
the thoughts that kept creeping into my mind. The rain lightened once I was in
the forest, the trees having given me shelter. I waited, catching my breath
under a tree. Then I saw a light, a very faint light. I watched it move back
and forth in the darkness. It gave me hope. The only light in the darkness. I
desired it. I wanted to be with that light. I ran to it, faster and faster,
trying to jump tree roots as they came across my path. The light was getting
bigger and bigger. I saw the silhouette of a person standing about 500 feet in
front of me, when I tripped. I hit the cold ground painfully. I lay there
motionless, with my eyes closed, wishing the pain to go away. I could hear a
small yell from some distance away, and tried to understand what was being
said. Once the voice got louder, I could hear my name being repeated.
“ Madeleine! Madeleine are
you okay?” The anxious voice of my friend called out to me. I muttered a groan.
Although I wanted to reassure her of my well being, I didn't want to move from
my resting place on the earthy ground. The yelling continued until she was
right up next to me.
“Are you okay Madeleine?”
She asked, breathing so heavily it was almost impossible to understand her.
“Yeah, but I think I might
need some help getting up.”
“Okay, I was so worried.”
She put her hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. “Oh my god you’re
soaked! Did you not bring an umbrella?” She had finally caught her breath and
was now leaning against a tree.
“No, I didn't. How did you
find me anyway in this darkness?”
“ With this.” She held up
a blue flash light and pointed it at my face. I had to cover my eyes with my
hands. I realized this is what I had seen before, the beautiful light.
“ Why did you bring me
here anyway?”
“For this” She reached her
hand into her pocket and took out what seemed to be a rock. She put her
flashlights beam onto the rock.
“What is it” I asked her
curiously.
“Its an egg! I found it on
the ground a couple days ago and was going to try and hatch it but my mom found
out so I decided to give it to you.” She said as she handed me the warm egg.
“What do I want with a
stupid egg?” As I said this, a flash of lighting struck nearby.
“It’s not like other eggs.
I think it can hear everything you say. I don't know for sure, but I have a
feeling this egg has a purpose.” I played with the egg in my hand. It fit
perfectly in my palm. Even though I had just met the egg, I felt myself growing
strongly attached to it.
“Thank you.” I said to my
friend. She smiled a big smile as I turned to bring the egg home.
When I
got home I made my egg a nice warm bed. I put a lamp right above it so it did
not get too cold. I could now fully see the colors of the egg, a dark green
with two purple spots on the top. Then I went to take a nice warm shower and
realized that I couldn't get my mind off the egg. What could it be? Whatever its
was I wanted it to be safe and to be able to hatch. I wish I had something to
keep it warmer. Then I had an idea. I got quickly out of the shower and began
to blow dry my hair. When I was done I went to my drawer got out my
pink-handled scissors and cut my hair until I had a rough kind of pixie hairdo.
I picked up the strands of hair and placed them in the nest where the egg sat
calmly. I laughed a booming laugh at the site of the hair nest I had made. I
got into bed a watched my egg. I watched it until the sun rose again. I had to
leave my egg at home while I went to school. My parents were furious about my
new hair style, but I ignored them. At school I was dreaming about seeing my
egg again, all alone probably freezing to death. I was growing more and more
anxious knowing that I needed to keep it warm. My teacher had come to look at
my work, but seeing nothing more then some drawings of eggs, told me that I
would have to do some work or go to the principal. This maddened me.
“ I’m going to do what
ever I want!” I yelled at her standing up from my seat. All of the heads of the
24 children spun around to look at me.
“Young lady, you do not
talk to me like that.” She snapped.
“You are nothing but a
waste of space!” I screamed in my deepest voice. “I do not have to waste my
time with someone as dim-witted as you!”
“Go to the principal!” She
screamed so loud every one in the class shuddered. Everyone but me. I stood
there not moving not even breathing.
“GO!” She yelled. I got my
stuff and left the room. Instead of going to the principal’s office I went home
to my egg. I went strait to my room passing my mom without looking at her.
“Honey? Why are you home
from school so early?” She seemed concerned. I slammed the door behind me and
went to my egg. There were cracks in it. It was hatching. I felt myself get
happier and happier as the little reptilian legs started to come out. As I saw
the head I finally knew what it was; A dragon! My mother knocked on the door of
my bedroom.
“Are you okay in there?’
She asked in her calm, motherly voice.
The dragon was fully out of its shell and was now walking around the
nest I had made it. I started to laugh. My mother was now pounding on the
door.The dragon took a deep breath and blew. Instead of air, fire erupted out
of the little creature’s mouth. I had to touch it, I had to feel the scaly
reptilian back. I put my finger out to stroke it when its teeth sunk into my
flesh. I quickly pulled my hand away and watched as ruby red blood dripped down
my finger. I screamed which only made my mother pound louder. The dragon looked
at me with its black eyes and I knew it was over. It opened its teeth filled
mouth and began to devour the flesh that used to be me. I was the dragon’s
first meal.
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