Scarlet
When I was around 10 or 11, I used to have a shiny red purse for little girls, made of shiny PVC. Yes, the one that Catwoman is wearing. I loved it very much for it's shininess and the weird lady-like feeling it gave me when I had it with me.
One day, mom took us to a street festival and I proudly carried it along with me.
I didn't had much in that thing besides some tissues and the box where I would put my braces into when I wanted to eat something.
So, naturally, I put those into said container, (that was shaped like a little green boxy apple,) when we ate some sweets and stuff. I actually should have put it right back into my mouth after finishing eating, but those braces had a nasty taste when I would just put it back.
Imaging you'd spit into a container, let it stand there drying, then spit into that again.
And again
And again.
And then, at some point, you'll lick the container clean.
This is basically how it tasted. And the disgust that is now terrorizing your guts is the disgust I felt when I had to deal with the taste.
Because of this, I would usually rinse it first under water and then put it back into my mouth. Since we didn't had any water with us and mom didn't want to by that expensive soda stuff, I just let it in there.
And we all kind of forgot.
When on the way back, mom remembered somehow I had to put my braces back. She forced me kind of doing it, even if I tried hard to oppose her with trembling utter disgust.
I gave a small to mediocre resitence, knowing there was no way to avoid it, until she offered me some of her drink.
I decided to put that thing into my mouth and just clean that disgusting taste with a huge sip of some orange juice she'd handed me to.
Yeah.
I really wanted to do that.
But my brace was gone.
And not only my brace: my beautiful scarlet red, little lady purse was gone, too. I just had the strap hanging onto my shoulder.
Mom assumed I just kind of lost it, then realized that I still have my belt with me.
What did not sum up, since who steals a purse of an 11 years old, leaving only the strap?! With only half of a pack of tissues and an apple formed box that holds some small girl's braces inside?
Appearently, somebody did.
And for that person that took my favorite purse away from me: I hate you! You are the reason I don't trust nice purses anymore- Aside from the fact I never found a purse again that was able to compare with the BEAUTY of this one! I hope the tissue was worth the hassle, since the most valuable thing there was a worn (not really well brushed that particular day), super neon yellow and glittering brace of an 11 years old.
I hope you felt the same pain realizing what you got as I felt while wearing it.
