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Based on a true story and every students worst nightmare.
“Oh, come on Jessi,’ I snapped at the fair haired, weak stomached girl,’ this is no time to be squeamish.”
Just to prove my point, I dug the knife into the scaly head of the fish and twisted the knife until I saw blood. Jessi moaned again. I looked at her and saw that she had turned green.
“Jessi, are you alright?” I asked, my hand slowly reaching towards a bucket. Jessi nodded and clapped a hand over her mouth as I stuck a pair of tweezers inside the body of the fish so that I could try and find the stomach.
I succeeded in finding an organ which I thought was the stomach. I looked at the diagram of fish insides sitting beside my pencil case on the desk. The organ I had found was orange, dotted with little red spots that were probably blood vessels, the same as the diagram of the stomach.
I dug my knife into the organ, amused as it made a squishing sound. I dug the knife in further, and swore as I accidentally popped the stomach, allowing a stream of clear liquid and blood to flow freely.
Jessi moaned again, now looking sickly green in the face. I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around, coming face to brown eyed, brown haired, freckled face with my best friend Sophia.
“Hey, look at this!” she said excitedly, holding a small clear marble in front of my face.
“No,’ said Sophia, waving the thing that wasn’t a marble around in the air,’ it’s the eye of the fish!!”
I heard a splattering sound and spun around to see Jessi looking at the colorful wet pile vomit splattered all over the desk in disgust.
“Oops,” muttered Sophia as Jessi heaved up a fresh pile of vomit and slumped on the floor,’ should I get a teacher?”