A Mosquito's Life
Ava, Age 13, Los Angeles, CA

Did I ever tell you about the time I turned into a mosquito? It was an ordinary evening: I was doing homework when a mosquito landed on my math book! I smashed it with my hand, but as I murdered the innocent creature, I wondered what it would be like to be a bug. Breathing in pesticides everywhere you go. Everyone trying to kill you. Whatever, who cares? I discarded the victim, and went back to my homework.

That night, I fell asleep peacefully. The next morning I woke up, and I looked down at my arms, and I realized how small I was! My arms were like a mosquito’s. Wait. I WAS a mosquito! Just then, the clock struck 6:15 and my alarm clock blared! It was so loud! I flew out of a hole in my window screen and into the morning sky.

I saw my ride pull up into the cul-de-sac. I flew onto the antenna and held on tight. It was so windy I could barely hang on! We got to school and I flew into the science room window and what did I see? Dead butterflies pinned to the wall. My heart skipped a beat. I saw my science teacher put a dead mosquito under a microscope. Yikes! I flew out of the classroom as fast as I could! BAM! Something hit me! It was another mosquito! “Hi! My name is Mossie,” he said. As we flew through the air, I noticed that he was missing a foot. “What happened to your foot?” I asked, “Those awful humans,” answered Mossie, “One of them smacked my leg with a swatter, and there was no other way out. I flew and my foot was left behind.” I didn’t realize mosquitoes had feelings.

Mossie and I flew to a park. He landed on someone’s arm and began sucking his blood! I nearly threw up. He beckoned for me to try, and my stomach growled. I reluctantly decided to give it a go. I can’t even describe what it was like, but it was delicious!

The sun was setting and I needed a ride home! Time flies when you’re flying! I didn’t know where we were. I saw a familiar bike pedal by. I flew down to it, and Mossie followed. We landed inside the front basket. Then it started to rain! Heavy drops hit my tiny head. I could have gotten a concussion! When the biker pulled up near my house, I said goodbye to Mossie, hoping I would see him again. I finally made it back into my house safely. Would I be a mosquito forever? I hoped not. Being a mosquito is so much harder than I had thought it would be! I lay down on my pillow and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the morning, remembered that I was still a mosquito, and sat up. I sat up! I had my arms and legs back! I was a human again! I smiled. I was very happy. I heard a mosquito buzzing in my ear. I started to swat it, but I stopped myself. I was so relieved I was human again. I wouldn’t take it for granted and I wouldn’t ever kill another bug again. Unless, it was bugging me. 

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