Snippet #2416560

Celeste Tempina

Celeste furiously swept the floors, adjusting her grip on the sweaty handle of the broom. "Who knew sweeping could be so hard?" She said out loud to nobody, expect her figments of imagination. Today it was just a grumpy old business man and an extremely perky blonde girl that Celeste wanted to pinch in the face, but then remembered that she wasn't real. Celeste finished sweeping the long hall and took a break. It reminded her of her old house, it had to be perfect or she would be beaten raw. She took serval deep breaths and forced herself not to cry. Everything was better now.


Celeste put the broom back in the closet. Her foot hit something solid, knocking it over. She looked down in horror to see water spilling all over her feet. She let out a loud scream as her feet made sizzling sounds. Tears of pain sliding down her cheek only made it worse. Her feet burned. Celeste then got on her knees and crawled out of the puddle. She clenched her fist, making fire appear. She held the flame to her feet, giving her some relief. Her feet were burned badly, her left pinky toe was completely black with charred flesh. She hobbled to the kitchen.

"Could you help me?" Celeste croaked as she awkwardly staggered into the kitchen. Her lip quivered as she walked a little closer, her feet screaming out in pain.