Vegetarians.

I am one of those unfortunate people who are vegetarians. I couldn't stand the thought of killing innocent animals for food. It's just cruel.

My family don't really care. I think they are trying to convert me. It won't work. Every Sunday is a roast chicken which makes my mouth water; I get stuck with a plate of roasted vegetables. They don't have the same appeal.

When we go into Worcester I think my mum purposefully walks past the hot pork roll shop, just to annoy me. They even buy all the meat in Nandos and eat with their mouth open, well my brother does that. He has no table manners. I usually have a salad or chips.

I have been a vegetarian for two years nine months and seventeen days. It's been hard but it's worth it. When I have been in sad times where all I want to do is sink my teeth into a juicy steak, I just have to think about all the cute animals I am saving. Saving from the horrible realms of death. But I don't like cows, they are very scary.

The other day I was eating a bag of sweets and they were rather delicious and I managed to eat the whole packet in under twenty minutes. It wasn't until my friend read the packaging and told me it had animal fat in it. Or whatever the stuff is called. I thought I would feel sick or the need to throw up, but I didn't. I just smiled to myself and thought about how yummy they were. The soft chewy layer of pink gooeyness. My mouth is literally watering at the thought of them. I told my friend to keep quiet. She nodded in absolute agreement. Tis only because I have heavy black mail on her, I can acquire any form of black mail on people. It's quite a skill I have picked up.

I broke the vegetarian rules again last night for a second time. I don't think anyone was watching but I gave myself a small plate of Lasagne. It was the most amazing thing I have ever eaten. The soft carrots, cheesy sauce, smooth pasta and not to forget the tender beef. I melted on the spot and my mouth wouldn't stop watering. It's a strange thing the mouth. Watering when eating, I think it's a waste of moisture. I cleaned my plate and wiped away the evidence before anyone came downstairs.

So here I am lying on the couch still thinking about the Lasagne and not feeling guilty at all. I mean we are genetically engineered to eat meat. Maybe it's just me, maybe I am not meant to be a Vegetarian? Besides my array of pills do taste rather disgusting.

But I won't give into the satisfaction of my parents feeble attempts at laying out meat dishes. I will not prevail!


A/N:

Sorry for any vegetarians if I have somehow offended you. But I am not a vegetarian. I don't see the point. I love meat and I have even eaten my own Sheep and Cows. They were rather nice if I don't say so myself. I even watched the killing of one of the cows. Its over pretty quickly and they had a good life out in the rolling hills of the countryside in the warm summers air...

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