School: School 19, St Petersburg
Feeling tired, I fell on my bed and wrapped myself in a blanket. That was it, I was gone, out of reach, lost and forgotten. I called quitsies. I was feeling like a snail, no, not quite, a caterpillar – snails have a shell, and my cocoon was really soft. I started to doze off and almost forgot about today – how I fell out with my girlfriend, my little brother’s cry, the ambulance siren far away – but then I heard something. It came from the kitchen. It sounded like someone was unwrapping candies there. It couldn’t have been me, obviously – I was nowhere near the kitchen table! So there I was, lying there, shuddering from cold, shuddering at the thought that there was a stranger in my kitchen. Finally, I got over my fear and got up, putting on my blanket as a makeshift cape. Me, a full-grown man of a little over 30, still feeling like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
As I entered the kitchen, I gasped. There was something big, something soft and very warm sitting at the table. It was sitting there and eating my favourite candies! So here I am, keeping fit, counting calories and all, only to reward myself with these candies from time to time and this… thing (I wouldn’t be surprised if it shed hair as well) sits there gobbling up my candies! How dare you!
So I couldn’t think of anything better than to sit down at the table and stare at this huge shaggy creature, as if waiting for something to happen. It stared back at me with its round watermelon eyes, blinking reeeeeally slowly. The noise it made with its blinking eyes was so awful and loud, as if someone was cracking ice on a frozen puddle. Or could it be a creaking door? Anyway, after studying me for a minute or so, it leaned on my chest. Then it sucked in air with its nostrils. Could it be sniffing me? I couldn’t take it any longer, so I grabbed one of the candies lying on the table and put it in my mouth, looking at the creature defiantly. The beast gaped at my mouth, feeling sorrowful, and the next second, it broke down and cried. I was quite taken aback, I had no idea what to do, how to fix it. But the beast had thought it all through: it stretched its arms (or whatever it had) and hugged me with such force that my bones cracked like dry cookies crumbling inside your mouth.
That’s how I spent the night, hugging something weird and warm, until I finally dozed off. But you know the worst part? It left taking all my candies!