Sha-quesha, my annoyingly ostentatious cousin hit the pavement, face first as she was trying to show off her new pumps. She was trying to show off as she normally does when she gets something new, and for the first time in her life it back fired on her. As she had falls on the pavement in front of the big, splendid crowd of people, she had gathered around to look at her new shoes, she gets back up and tries to walk it off but it didn’t work out. She losses her balance again and ended up falling on her butt on the wooden board that was right next to the curb. She looks down at her matching new watch and saw the shiny hands on the silver clock had broken. Her pride finally broken, she walks down the road, eyes stuck on the ground. Next she spots a small garden to her right; with her investigative nature she fumbled through the plants stumbling upon a patch of old grown fungus. It didn’t look particularly scrumptious, but she picked it with a washcloth because this fungus has been known to give you luck in your life. The quintessence degree that gave her the knowledge about this lucky fungus would get her a whole box of blueberries her favorite fruit. This would keep her healthy for the rest of her life. She was so happy about it but then she has a spasm attack, and she took a fantastic trip to the hospital. This all happened just because she was trying to be a show off and to boast about the things that she got. What happened to her was a life lesson that she learned from.
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