In the middle of the Dessert Desert on planet food pyramid is the small city of Appatiteotropolis which was the richest town in the desert because people don’t have to pay for food, they had all the food they needed fell from the sky. The city has food storms three times a day every day.

In the morning during breakfast mouth watering bacon falls from the sky with some spicy sausages and a side of chewy hot dogs and later a rain shower of orange juice.
During rush hour, lunch is a creamy milkshake shower with gigantic clouds of cheese-burgers the size of Mount Everest and a hail the size of French fries, actually they were French fries.

During the night there is a shower of milk, chicken wings, juicy hot dogs and meaty steak. And for desert there was an after-dinner rain of Oreos, creamy ice cream and a drizzle of fizzy coca cola. Then everyone goes to bed to start the day all over again.

But the planet pyramid is too far away from earth for people to travel to. But one day in the future maybe humans might be able to travel there for an everlasting feast.

Tara had been sitting there for almost an hour now. Neighbours, friends and even passer-bys had come and gone; some had whispered something incomprehensible, others had just peered nervously at her- fearing an emotional outburst lest they said something wrong.
But she continued to sit there – hardly noticing all those who cared for her. Her heart, it seemed was with the only one who didn’t care.

She had sauntered into Tara’s life with the easy grace of those who are admired everywhere they go. Tara, needless to say was fascinated by the charm and easy splendour that she exuded. She looked perfect no matter what she wore and yet, it looked as if she really hadn’t tried hard for it to be so. Tara and she had struck up a friendship instantly, Tara needed someone to hang onto and she- well, someone had to need her and that was all. People were attracted to her like moth to a flame; boys, girls and teachers alike. Tara couldn’t be happier. She had found an anchor and a friend. Each night, she poured out her heart and soul and was listened to patiently; soothing words, gasps and peals of laughter- always at their cue.

Slowly and unthinkingly, Tara was losing. A single moment without her felt like the air was closing in. Tara, although brilliant at math, refused to take it up in high school “because she isn’t taking it!”
A terrible change came over the girl. Tara spoke only to the ones she liked, ate only what she did and refused to do anything she didn’t. When she had a boyfriend, Tara got one and when she dumped him, Tara didn’t see the point of hers anymore. Although it was obvious, Tara refused to believe she had made the wrong choices. The loud, ostentatious world of her friend alarmed her middle class sensibilities and she really did love that boy; yet, she suffered in silence.

Then one day, it was a year that they had met. Tara, mindful of her woes and yet grateful to her friend for having “changed her life” decided to celebrate it in the way she knew ‘she’ would love. Hadn’t she always shown an unusual interest in her baking? Well, that was it, Tara was going to bake her the most amazing cake ever. She set at the task cheerfully, working all day. At three in the afternoon, as was customary, they met.

“Tara—“she started
“I know, I know!” cried a visibly excited Tara, “It’s a year since we met!”
For the first time ever, Tara saw uncertainty flicker across her friend’s face.
“Oh. Really? Erm..see, the thing is, we have to talk. I’m not so sure whether this is the right time or not, but we do. It’s actually perfect in a twisted sort of way, but…” she trailed off.
“What is it?” asked Tara. Maybe this was a joke…maybe not.
“I’m sick of you. You and your parasitic personality scare me now. People are starting to wonder… I mean, you need to have a life! When I was new here, I needed you, but now…I have friends of my own. I don’t need you anymore. So just please, leave me alone.”With that, she turned and left.

The dish slipped from Tara’s hand and clattered to the floor, scattering the beautiful cake across the road. Tara fell to her knees and watched her retreating figure hopelessly. What could she do?

She sat there for hours, contemplating, too overcome by grief to even cry. With her gone, she was nothing. Their friendship had meant the world to her. To Tara, she was the source of life. She kept her going. If there was no her, there would be no Tara…

There was just one way.

Determined

Want control Want to have space

Don’t want to lose my child

Just want to be a teen

Trying to be responsible

Trying to have fun

It was so much easier
when you were little

I can’t be your baby forever

Why can’t you just cooperate?

Just an extra half hour?

Then you’re going to get into trouble

But i’m responsible

I’m not sure

please mom,please!?

Will you call me?
So i know you’re safe?

I can do that

I love you Honey I love you Mom

Determined

Want control Want to have space

Don’t want to lose my child

Just want to be a teen

Trying to be responsible

Trying to have fun

It was so much easier
when you were little

i can’t be your baby forever

Why can’t you just cooperate?

Just an extra half hour?

Then you’re going to get into trouble

But i’m responsible

I’m not sure

please mom,please!?

Will you call me?
So i know you’re safe?

I can do that

I love you Honey I love you Mom