The Banquet

I woke up on a chair in front of a table filled with a bunch of food. I saw my mom and sister at the table.

“Mom?” Me and Clare said

“ Yep, they got me too.”

The alien walked up to us and said, “Hello again my friends. I made food just for you.”

My mom, eager to eat food that wasn’t made by her, started eating the pasta and garlic bread. Even though my sister hesitated, since she told me all the time that she ate fire cake and water every day, she ate happily. I didn’t eat the food. It felt like the alien was on to something.

“Why are not you eating the food we have prepared just for you?” the alien said to me.

“I’m allergic to pasta and bread”

“ Oh, my child, we have much more food than pasta and bread. We have chicken, beef, salad, apples, bananas, lemons, lemons.”

What’s with the lemons, jeez. I thought.

“I’ll just have an apple, thanks,” I said.