Meredith Linzmeier, 11
Scarlett Middle
Every day Meredith sees her black and polka dot nail polish case, a prize of her possessions. She sees the colors; today it’s mint green. She opens the bottle and the smell of her nail polish comes out. The polish smells exactly like the ink of an exploded pen. I hear my dad yell, “Meredith, put away the nail polish!” I also hear my iPod playing my Pure Pop Radio, but suddenly I feel myself shrinking like an ant. I touch my “arms,” but little, stubby limbs stick out and my nail polish spills all over me, like a beautiful curtain, but so sticky. My eyes burned with pain and agony. My sister walked in, truly a giant. A distant yell of my dad, muffled by my tiny ears. My experience gives me a new appreciation for our tiny… But then. Boom, blackness and my sister grabs my arm, the nail, and laughs, whips off my polish on my eyes and walks away.
