The Dreaded 1%

My eyes flicked open. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was around seven o'clock. No need to hurry. But I still hurried, anyway, as I threw off the covers and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, running up the stairs.

My daily breakfast--cereal--was waiting for me. I grabbed the Lucky Charms out of the pantry, grabbed a bowl and spoon, and set them all on the counter. All that I had to grab now was the milk.....

I don't know why, but I moved cautiously slow towards the fridge, moving in a silly way like I was a detective or something, and the fridge was

the fugitive that I was stalking. I think it was because I faintly remembered that my brother, who'd just returned from college yesterday to spend Thanksgiving with us, had brought home the dreaded 1% milk instead of 2%.

It proved that my hunch was right. Figures. Ugh.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal, using the dread 1%. The milk didn't look right. Like it was so thin that it was almost blue. I couldn't help but shake off the awful feeling that it wasn't really even milk, that it was just water with white coloring.....!

I dipped my spoon into the dreaded cereal bowl and brought the spoon up to my mouth, dreading the moment when it would actually reach it. Then it was there, just waiting.

 I closed my eyes and stuck it into my mouth. If I just didn't think about it, it wouldn't be as horrible. I finally finished the bowl, and that's when I realized it.

I had survived the dreaded 1%!!

*Based on True life events.
**Fictional short story by Storyteller.