The Rise of Living Onions (To My Mouth)

‘Finally!’ I thought.  Arriving at my Aunt Esther’s house made me remember that I was ready to hurl if I spent one more moment in that rust bucket of a vehicle! Her orange and blue walkway and her red and green door is always recognizable. “Be polite and eat at least a bit of whatever there is” My dad whispered.  As we walked up I saw a flash of brown in the window. When we enter I slip past my Aunt and start walking to see my cousin. Spotting a exquisite malachite green lilac on a table made me become mesmerized in it’s grand radiance. Then there was that disgusting, loathsome smell of when you haven’t checked your pocket and you pull out a container of brown mush that seems as if it has been that way forever and stinks like dead bodies that rose and died 483 times, but I checked all my pockets (Except one I forgot *Explain Later* ) and the flower but still could smell it. I sat down and couldn’t resist laying on the white, soft as heaven, felt, tablecloth. My cousin, whom I hadn't noticed, gave me a weird look. Then the parents came. Aunt Esther was carrying what looked like 

5 STINKIN’’ BOWLS!!! - seriously. They had ‘Stinky’ plastered all over them.

When she put them down she counted “3, 2, WAIT… Brandon, I’m sure you’ll Love this! 1, OPEN” We all flung open the lids -I flung mine so hard it flew right into… ‘CRASH’ My Glass Water Bottle. I nearly Cried. But then I looked down and nearly screamed! AN ONION!!!! I must have made a face because My mom AND dad nudged me. I looked at my cousin helplessly. He smiled that smug little smile that proves he made it. HE had a piece of pie!!! Wait, No. He had SHEPHERD'S PIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!