Blog #3- Angelos

I am here to tell you about a girl named Jo. Jo was quirky and cute, with gangly limbs and soft brown curls that framed her face. Her smile was slightly crooked and she snorted when she laughed. She had a great life and loved everything and everyone around her, with one exception, feet. Jo hated feet. She didn’t know why, she just knew that she did.

Now Jo was in college but was undecided on her major, so she was just taking classes that interested her, like Art and Bowling. Jo was in no hurry to finish college, she was more excited about the experience than anything. She went to class every day bright eyed and bubbly, curious to find out what she would learn that day.

On day before class, she was craving a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks, so she made a quick stop to the nearest Starbucks to satisfy her craving. “Thank you,” she said to the barista and laughed and snorted with glee.

When she got to class she sat in her favorite spot, the same spot she had been sitting in all semester long. The teacher began his lesson, and due to her earlier caffeine fix, Jo was wide-awake and all prepared to take notes. However, Jo would never be able to take her notes. This day would turn out much different than other days. This day would be bad.

Just as Jo was about to put her pen to the page, an incredibly powerful and foul smell overcame her. She gasped and gurgled as she tried to figure out where the smell was coming from. As she nonchalantly looked around the classroom she was thinking about what it could be. Her neighbors body odor? A dead and rotting animal hidden in the room? Something oozing from the walls that surrounded her?

No. What Jo discovered was even worse.

To her disgust, the girl sitting next to her had taken off her shoes. The putrid smell was coming from her feet. As I said before, Jo hated feet. This was probably the most horrible thing that Jo could possibly encounter while she was trying to learn. Not only was Jo distracted by the awful smell, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the hideous feet. It was like road kill, she didn’t want to look, but she couldn’t stop.

After snapping out of her stare, Jo pointed at the feet and emerged from her chair, screaming aloud. “Stop, stop, stop!” she yelled repetitively. Her long, thin legs carried her away from the classroom that she suddenly despised, and she ran and ran and ran and ran, until she couldn’t run anymore. Sadly, that was the last day anyone ever saw Jo again.