Lucy was getting ready with her four best friends to go out to the biggest New Years Eve bash in New York City. There were going to be 2,000 guests at this event, and she wanted to be the most glamorous of them all. She had started shopping for her dress months in advance. One day at the mall in early November, she found a long silver glittery dress, and her friends described it as ostentatious.
The night of the party, she was walking down the pavement and then she tripped and it ripped right down the back. Her splendid dress now completely ruined, she begins to cry. Suddenly, hit with anger, she picks up a board and begins to smash in the windows of the nearest store. Customers and employees frightened by the insane lady begin to panic. As she enters the store, she turns to a man standing near the entrance and begins to bash him with the board. Her New Years Eve had turned from a night of joy to one of great anger and hatred as she stood in the store ready to destroy anything that stood in her path.
The store manger had called the police and they came and took her to jail. She hated it, it smelled like fungus all through the jail. She had to stay until Monday to go in front of a judge. The officer looked at her and said, “Was it worth it?” She shakes her head because it wasn’t it. She lost her anger because of a dress and now she’s in jail staring at a clock that doesn’t change. The wet meatloaf that she was served was surprisingly scrumptious, along with the yellow milk. A very obese cellmate was also quite kind and shared her wet washcloth that was using to bathe with. It appeared that things were looking up once again. All I could think about was eating was blueberries, they were my favorite food. The quintessence of my dream New Years Eve is not getting mad at little things and taking it out on people in a violent way. Before I leave my cell, I get this fantastically huge back spasm and I fall to the ground in a lot of pain.
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