The Beast - Narrative Essay

November 16, 2016

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She refused to let her phone lock because she needed evidence of the beast. The tapping of the screen ever thirty seconds was enough to drive anyone mad. Tap … tap … tap … tap. Every person who walked by was greeted with bright eyes and eagerness, only to be brushed off and ignored when she realized it wasn’t the beast. The beast looked as if God had forsaken her, and she knew it. Its fur was short and greasy. McDonald’s fries would have been jealous. The longer she waited the sweatier her palms got. Tap … tap … tap … tap. Her eyes scanned the area waiting for the beast to reappear. Her patience began to grow thin. Tap … tap … tap ... tap.

Finally, the grease poked through the book case, then the blue fur. You couldn’t tell if it was part of it or just the sweater. She sat up and put her phone up to her face. She didn’t