by jazzaleigh

So today I made an enemy, his name was Cockorpion…. He was no greater than a tenth of a metre, two to three centimetres wide and completely and utterly terrifying. I was dancing as one always does at Eleven Thirty Pee Emm when….. he appeared. Crawling out from under the door, he approached me confidently and cocky. His beady eyes set sight on my sock covered foot, but luckily just before he could strike… his cover was blown and I retreated to my bed in a quick flash to begin thinking of a fool proof battle plan grabbing the broom from my closet in the midst. 

Standing his ground Cockorpion remained unharmed by my attempts at blinding him with mounds of dust and sand, but retreated to the couch, hiding next to one of it’s four legs. We had a stand off.. our eyebrows were furrowed, my blue eyes pierced through his black screens causing him to break a sweat, although his poker face remained intact.

Several minutes past as I realised my trusted warrior William the Vicious Dog was not going to take on Cockorpion, and left the battle soley to me. I placed my feet carefully on the ground, being hesitant with each moment as Cockorpion remained contemplating his next move. Grasping my hands tightly around the broom, I used it as a shield aswell as a sword, swiping at Cockorpion whilst he contemplated. Snatching my ‘Face Of Australia’ nail polish remover off my bobby pin, cd and jewellery infested dresser I made my way over to the couch, taking a stance to be reckoned with. 

Peering over the back of the couch, Cockorpion stared up into my eyes with a look of confusion playing across his face. I gave a slight smirk and leaned further over the couch to get a better aim. Unscrewing the nail-polish remover lid a sanitary scent cleansed the room. Extending my arm out with the green bottle of nail-polish remover I tilted my hand and grinned as a drop was released and began falling to the floor. A silent scream escaped Cockorpion’s small but vicious mouth before he felt the sting of acid shudder across his body. 

Feeling successful as he swiftly stumbled back through the door he had previously entered, I stood up more carelessly and looked for a object that would avoid a rematch or deja vous, I found spotted a sheet.. It was freshly cleaned, but was needed to stop the enemy. 

After stuffing the blue tie died sheet under the door tightly I retreated to my bed, a grin played upon my lips and I compared myself to Buffy The Vampire Slayer…. I was Jasmine the Cockorpion Slayer and this was my story.

By Jasmine Leigh.