Spoiled Rotten

She Wears Labels to the Market

Charlotte only ever has five minutes for breakfast, until today. It all started with the sour milk. Had her senses been sharp enough, she would have caught the wiff of spoiled milk before it hit her bowl of raisin brain cereal. But, what her perky little nose didn't catch her mouth did and her impressive spitting reflex saved Charlotte's petite body from a day of battling food poisoining. Who knew a girl could spit like that?! Hungry and irritable, Charlotte attempted to find a replacement breakfast, but upon opening the fridge door again, a quick scan of the items on her sad fridge's shelves revealed blue-skinned cheese, furry-capped mushrooms, rotten eggs, an unidentifiable liquid with a brownish film atop and a drawer full of discoloured fruits. Eek! Charlotte let her head hang in shame, but felt slightly better when she glanced at her new Prada shoes she picked up last night. Won't she look stunning at the supermarket tonight?

~ Miss Mo Rose