This may sound weird and crazy, but I am friends with a monster. It’s neither the bed time monster nor the closet monster. It’s not even the doughnut monster or the plant monster. It’s a swamp monster, the most repulsive monster. You must be wondering why I am friends with a hideous monster. I’ll tell you why right now. Here’s how it all started:
I woke up one morning and brushed my teeth and did my daily morning routine. I asked my mom if I can go outside and she said yes. Here’s our conversation:
Me: “Mom,”
Mother: “What?”
Me: “Can I go outside?”
Mother: “Yes, you may.”
That was a bit unnecessary but soon you’ll understand why this dialogue is important. So we have a new house, which is better than where my condo was. I opened the screen door and walked out on the porch. The blazing sun made the concrete sizzle. Then I look ahead of me and I see a swamp.
My thought: “That’s unusual”
Then I see strange bubbles coming out of the murky water.
My second thought: “I must be imagining”
I look inside it and inspect it but it was hard to see through the opaque water. Just then I saw something quiver. Out came a beautiful mermaid. This was not the site I was saying yuck to.
Me: “Yuck, not to you mermaid but the thing right next to you”
The aqua tailed and aqua haired mermaid turned and she also looked shocked, as if someone pinched her. She was naturally fair so it was hard to tell if she went pale or not. She got of the rock and whispered to me.
Mermaid: “I’m Marina and that is Swamp Monster George and he kidnapped me from sea. He lives alone and he wanted someone to talk to so took me away. He likes to scare me and I do get scared. He is really friendly but if you get him mad, you have to give him some penalty.”
Me: “Well, I’ll talk to him. Thanks for the warning!”
Marina splashed back in the murky water and George just stood there. I was quivering, my sweat rolling down my forehead. I started to speak in a small voice.
Me: “Hi,”
George: “Hi,”
His voice was deep and low. He was beige with loads of bumps. His head was covered with seaweed and he had two big saggy round eyes.
George: “I know you don’t like me but I don’t mind because nobody does.”
Me: “You sound very nice.”
Then I hear a grumble.
Me: “You hungry?”
George: “Yup”
Me: “I’ll get two sandwiches, one for you and one for me.”
I go inside and make two sandwiches, seaweed inside George’s and lettuce, tomatoes, and cedar chicken with mayonnaise inside mine. I go outside and we eat and chat.
I realize how he felt when people talked behind his back. He was bullied, just like me, because he was different.
Me: “Let people think what they think but I know and you know that you are perfect and friendly.”
George: “You’re a great friend”
That made me freeze.
My third thought: “Did he say friend? Well, of course he is not my friend. He’s my best friend.”
Me: “George, you’re my best friend.”
George: “Thanks, you’re really nice. Now I have to go but wait a minute, I forgot to ask your name.”
Me: “My name is Anam, Anam Aziz. Bye”
George: “Bye Anam, See tomorrow”
We both go in our houses and wait to meet each other again…
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