I stared down at the smelly cup of vinegar that my mean doctor was making me drink.I thought I saw a fly pop up, and then maybe an artichoke. I looked back at the doctor mimicking,” Emma, drink up!” Let’s get this over with. I thought gulping. When I took a miserable sip, a tornado of mean comments thundered inside my brain. The vinegar was too sharp! I shook my head in disgust.
“You drink it!” I roared furiously. The doctor stepped back saying, “No thanks. I don’t wanna get sick. OOPS.”
“I just couldn’t believe that guy!” I frowned.