WA5 draft 2

Today was the day. The day that most young people dream of. I was in the bathroom making sure everything was perfect, it had to be. I heard my mom call "Honey, hurry up!", Then responded "I'm comin', I'm comin'". Sweat dripped down my for head like water down a waterfall, boy was I nervous. I finally left the bathroom and proceeded to the limo in which was going to the church. That car ride was like a roller-coaster it was fast and made me anxious.

We finally got there, I saw him. He was so calm and so amazing. I was so excited to spend the rest of my years with him. We went up the aisle with smiling faces watching us contently. Then the priest did his stuff and he said those magical words "Do you take John to be your husband?" I splurted out "I do!" and then we kissed it was truly a magnificent moment the most important in my life so far. We then proceded to eat the wedding cake, it was delicious.

WA5 draft 1 revised edition

I sat on the table, observing the wedding from close distance. She was beautiful, and so was he. Such a lovely couple. But I wouldn't be here long enough to witness the whole thing. I started to get nervous. My sweet sugar trickled down my layers. The wedding continued at a accelerated rate, maybe to accelerated for me. The priest joined them together in holy matrimony. The bride looked so happy, the twinkle in her eyes sparkled like a sea of diamonds. They kissed and everyone clapped. If I had arms I would've as well but unfortunately i don't. I felt joy for the newly united couple but sadness for my ghastly fate. Then the time came. My last few minutes. My heart pounded like a thousand bongo drums as the guests approached me, eying my body with malcontent. They grabbed the cake cutter and then slice after slice i became nothing but a delectable item, no longer whole. Now I sit in the stomach of some unknown guest wondering what my fate will be. Hopefully something better than my cousin the cookie. We can say his life went down the drain.

WA5 draft 1

I sat on the table, observing the wedding from close distance. She was beautiful, and so was he. Such a lovely couple. But I wouldn't be here long enough to witness the whole thing. I started to get nervous. My sugary sweet trickled down my layers. The wedding continued at a accelerated rate, maybe to accelerated for me. Then the time came. My last few minutes. My heart pounded like a thousand bongo drums as the guests approached me, eying my body with malcontent. They grabbed the cake cutter and then slice after slice i became nothing but a delictable item, no longer whole. Now i sit in the stomach of some unknown guest wondering what my fate will be. Hopefully something better than my cousin the cookie. We can say his life went down the drain.