laurence angelina story

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Anne Laurence Chenery Studies in Fiction—presented to Professor Tuggle April 29, 2008 Pledged; Airplanes I. Angelica always thought that going blind would be like anything else in life. Sure, a little difficult, but you could get used to it. She thought that it would be like closing your eyes but only all the time. Close your eyes but if you’re looking in the direction of the sun with your eyes closed you can still see the fiery red and orange of your blood moving around in your eye lids. She thought going blind would be like that. Closing your eyes, but looking at the sun. Her mother was worried when the doctors told them that Angelica was going blind and when Angelica just shrugged. On the way home she mentioned to her crying mother, “Hey, this could be cool. Don’t worry, Ma, just think of this as a different way of looking at life,” ensued by a fit of cackling and her mother crying a bit harder. “Aw, what’s the big deal, ma? It’s not like I’m infected. You still got me!” “I know,” her mom replied, “That’s what I’m so damn worried about.” You see, Angela had never been the easiest or most obedient of children. At first she was. Up until she was about five months old she’d look around at the world in a fit of wonder, giggling and drooling and
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pooping and keeping pretty damn quiet. Then, to her mother’s horror, she grew teeth—more like fangs—which brought on a quick temperament. The last time the family had been to a restaurant was when Angelica was two. They had been on a road trip, Angelica got cranky, they stopped and ordered the only thing she ate—or would eat for fifteen years: chicken fingers. “Yes’am I’ll bring em right out.” “And hurry, please, you’ve got six and a half minutes!” The waitress looked at her like she was crazy. Fred was sitting next to her at the head of the table, she was across from Angelica in her booster seat which sat next to a window. Fred went to pick up Angelica as if to comfort the crying child but she stopped, let out a snarl and snapped at Fred’s fingers, which he drew back and counted each patiently and twice over—all ten, still intact—only to continue her incessant crying but now with the addition of green snot crawling slowly out of her nose. Angelica had been the reason the Carpenters decided no more children were necessary in their nuclear family. The waitress passed by the table with an order of fingers. “Sorry, yall, those folks got the last of ‘em. It’ll be about ten minutes till the next batch.” Oh you fool, you just ran out of time . As if on cue, at six minutes and thirty seconds, Angelica exploded. The Carpenters had put her against the wall in hopes she could destroy less, but they hadn’t factored in the drapes hanging behind her. Indeed Angelica unleashed herself, pulling herself out of her booster seat with the drapes behind her, as if climbing a rope in gym class. She clambered up on the table and gave the drapes one final pull, yanking them off the wall and onto
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