Te Presento A Jesucristo

Te Presento A Jesucristo

by Samuel Macadam

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ISBN-13: 9781463316600
Publisher: Palibrio
Publication date: 12/28/2011
Pages: 150
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.35(d)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sounds good so far. I cant wait for the rest! Good description!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Intriguing! This is coming to be an excellent story. Your detail, puncuation, spelling, and grammar are all impecable. Keep it up"
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I turned the TV on and closed the curtains over the windows. The moon shone like a cold, white crescent in the night, illuminating the dark sapphire of the sky and the peaceful clouds. Crossing the room to the kitchen, l stirred the pot of lumpy rice porridge bubbling on the stovetop. Layle tugged on my skirt. "Pima. Pima. Proowidge."<br> "Yes, l know. I'm making your porridge." I stirred the porridge a few more times, then neatly poured it into a bowl. The television babbled in the corner, talking about tomorrow's weather. Pretty pointless, really. The weather was the same every day: freezing cold, with powerful winds that blew sand and dust across the barren landscape. The wind was strong enough to push a man to the ground. I heard in school that once earth was a lush and beautiful place, filled with fields of flowers and water that didn't have to be specially collected from the atmosphere by the government. Now, houses had to be built halfway-underground, to avoid the winds. The only time anything was really peaceful was at night.<br> Lyle grabbed the bowl in her sticky little hands and toddled to the kitchen table. I handed her a spoon and hung my apron on a hook on the wall, sitting on the floor in front of the television just as the news channel subject changed. A perky blonde reporter wearing a pink pantsuit appeared.<br> "Today marks the gathering of new students by the Institute, the prestigious school north of Base807. Starting this weekend, forty girls of exactly sixteen years of age will be chosen to attend the Institute."<br> Lyle pattered up behind me. "Pima, Lee finished."<br> She had rice porridge crusted around her mouth. I wiped her face clean with a washcloth and began to wash the saucepan and Lyle's bowl, my eyes still glued to the screen.<br> Blondie in the Pantsuit talked on. "Most graduates and alumni of the Institute become very successful women in their lifetimes. The Institute is especially known for the mysterious transformations that take place at the school, such as this." She pointed to a screen behind her. It was a photo of a girl around my age. She was flabby and pale, with tiny, piggy eyes and a blemished, bloated face. Long, ratty brown curls sprouted from her head. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk's and her front teeth protruded past her lips. A caption on the bottom read BEFORE.<br> The photo changed. A slim, pretty young woman stood in the photograph this time. Her hair was a light auburn that curled delicately over her shoulders. Her face was heart-shaped and blemishless, her skin a light, rosy peach. Her soft, pink lips curved in a smile. Her teeth were white and straight. This caption read AFTER.<br> I gaped at the screen. That wasn't possible. The after photo was beautiful, too beautiful to be true. I looked at myself in the mirror that hung over the mantel. Dirty blonde hair, cut bluntly to my chin. Defined jaw that made my face look slightly square. Curved nose. Cupid's bow mouth. Thin brows, wide, catlike green eyes. Not hideous, but not pretty.<br> The wind whistled outside. Lyle climbed into my lap just as l switched the television screen off. "Lee tired," she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering as she tried to keep her eyes open.<br> "Me too," l told her. "Mommy will tuck you in."<p> I carried her down the hall to the large bedroom the entire family shared. My mother spotted me and took Lyle. I crawled into bed between my sleeping siblings and fell asleep, dreaming of perfection.