I'm not even in the house yet and it reeks. I am pretty sure that I can see the smell wafting from the bottom of the door.

A strong exhale relieves me from some of my frustrations. I really don't want to go inside, just thinking of it makes me wanna puke. I fan my forehead; sweat droplets are forming.

I open the door and stepped in, the smell even more unbearable than I thought it would be. I close the door sealing my self in the stench. The bin is to my left but I keep my head fixed straight ahead. My heart hammers in my chest and the sweat rolls down my forehead and into my eyes stinging them. I slowly turn around to face the disgusting, abominable garbage bin.

"Aaargh!"

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I wipe my mouth with crumpled tissue then I drop it in the bin. I look at my reflection and I saw how messy I look. My face looks wet and some of my baby hair stick to my forehead. I pull my blouse away from my body and I see the vomit spats here and there. I gag, the food that is left threatens to surface.

It had taken me a well thought out plan to throw the trash away. I walked into the bathroom and squat there, as it was the farthest from the kitchen, to think. I had decided that the best means to handle this was to just woman up and throw it away. I nearly cried. So I had marched into the kitchen after taking a deep breath which was soon snatched when I saw the most disgusting creatures that should have never existed.

There were maggots!

I had fallen to my knees and vomited right onto them. My disgust and shame were through the roof. My mouth was then sealed by my hands. I closed my eyes and grabbed the handles of the trash bag and bolted out the door. I opened my eyes and ran to the garbage drum.

I sigh and take off my shirt. I need a proper bath with the nicest soaps that we have; if I don't I'm sure I'm going to feel like the maggots are having a party in my skin for the rest of the night. Great, now I have goosebumps.

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My bed shakes as I jump on it. I have some drawings due the day after tomorrow but I am yet to start working on them. I smack my hand on the wall. Why do I always leave things for the last minute? Why? Why? Why?

I stop jumping and reach for my sketchbook from my bag . I have some sketches that I was playing around with, I'll just fix them up and submit them when the time comes. Now that that's sorted,(it really isn't but for the sake of my wellbeing or laziness I won't be fighting that battle today) I will be taking by daily nap.

So I thought.

"Praaaaaaaaugh!"

Why the heck are horns honking so much at this time of the night? It's five o'clock, I know, but still. Maybe I should just cover my head and try sleeping again. Yeah, that sounds good.

"Praaaaaaaaugh!"

Yeah I'm not getting any sleep tonight.

I roll out of my bed kicking my bag off in the process. I walk to my windows and peep through the bottom ones.

Oh! Someone's moving in next door!