Tiana Benjamin: Chelsea Fox the family choice
Chelsea Fox was someone who just naturally rubbed people the wrong way. She was loud and boisterous and could be thoughtless and rude at times. She acted promiscuously at times. Some times, her behaviour could be seen as stupid and even as dangerous. She could get on anyone’s nerves and sometimes annoyed even members of her close family. She could be down right naughty when she wanted to be as well. For example, she once coerced a man into having sex in a public toilet in a restaurant. She had a filthy mouth on her and had an incredible sex drive. There were a lot of people that would have loved to get their own back on her for some of the things that she had done over the years.
One day Chelsea was out with her sister Libby, her mother Denise and her father Lucas. They were approached by a film crew in the middle of the square and asked if they would like to take part in a television show. Chelsea was the first one to agree. She loved the idea of being on television. She was quite vain and always fancied herself as being a model or presenter. Her family agreed as well. Each of them was given a pen and a piece of card. It was explained that one of them would be getting gunged. The way that this would be determined would be through them, themselves. All they had to do was write down who they would most like to see gunged. The person with the most votes would win and be the one getting messy. Chelsea was certain that it would be her mother who would get the most votes. She would be voting for her and she was sure that Libby would as well. She was so conceited that she could not imagine any of her family voting for her. They were given a minute to write down their selections. They all made their choices and turned their cards around.
It was then time to reveal the results one by one. They would be asked to turn their cards around, say who they voted for and why. Chelsea was the first. She turned the card around. It said her mother’s name on it. “I am voting for Mum. I voted for Mum, because I would really enjoy pouring mess over her head. It would be really funny. Sorry Mum,” she said. Denise gave a slightly funny face but said that it was fine, It was Denise’s turn next. She turned her card around. “That’s ok Chels, because I voted for you too,” she said, looking at her daughter. “Mum, why?,” Chelsea said, her mouth falling open in shock. “I voted for Chelsea, because she deserves it more than anyone else. She can be hard work sometimes and she deserves to be taught a lesson.” Chelsea was not too worried yet, because she was banking on Libby and Lucas voting for Denise.
Lucas was next. He turned his card around and revealed Chelsea’s name. Chelsea licked the roof of her mouth and rolled her eyes. She was beginning to become a bit flush now. “I also voted for my daughter, Chelsea,” Lucas explained. “I honestly can’t think of anyone in the world I would rather pour gunge over than Chelsea. I would love to see her reaction. It will be really funny. Sorry, hun,” he said. She gave a look and said sarcastically,” Don’t mention it.” Chelsea still had not lost hope. The votes were two to one in her favour. She still believed Libby would vote for her Mum and make it a tie at least. She still could be saved.
It was now all up to Libby. In Chelsea’s mind, Libby would definitely want to gunge her mum. Chelsea looked at her. Her eyes begging her to save her. Libby turned her card around. “My choice is.. My sister,” Libby said with a big grin. Chelsea’s mouth fell wide open. “Squiggle,” she shouted. “I really would love to see Chelsea getting gunged. I would love to get my own back on her. We have had to share a bedroom and bathroom for years growing up. You can imagine what that was like. She can be a pretty selfish person as well at times. I think that this would go a long way to putting her into her place and teaching her a lesson.” The three smiled, knowing what Chelsea’s fate would be now.
A chair was brought out for Chelsea to sit on. She was wearing an implausibly short black dress with cold lining. “My dress,” she said,” It will get ruined.” “Don’t worry, it is black. The stains won’t show up on it,” Denise said. “Thanks a lot Mum,” she said angrily. “Go on, make yourself comfy,” Denise said, smiling and flashing her eyes. Chelsea looked pissed. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly sat herself on the chair. She crossed her legs and angrily crossed her arms. “I can’t fucking believe this,” she muttered to herself. She shook her head. “You lot are just fucking loving this,” she said. They could not hide their joy and excitement at what was happening, They could barely contain their laughter. The angrier she got, the funnier that they found it. By now there were several buckets that were ready for Chelsea. She was absolutely fuming by this point. “Look on the bright side, Chelsea, you will definitely be the star of the show today,” Libby teased. “Shut up,” Chelsea shouted. Chelsea’s nostrils flared in anger. Her family, on the other hands were finding the whole thing very amusing.
By now, people were beginning to gather around out of curiosity about what was going on. Friends and acquaintances started to gather around to see this. Friends were calling friends telling them to hurry up and get down there. When people heard who it was who was about to get messy, they were very excited to see it happen. Chelsea hid her face in her hands. This was going to be embarrassing beyond belief. Chelsea then caught an eye of some of the containers that were awaiting her. “Oh my god, you are not serious,” she said. Her family were now enjoying themselves choosing what items to use on Chelsea first.
Libby started first. She grabbed a large creamy pie with both hands. “Oh yeah,” she said and laughed with a cackle. She eyed up the pie and walked over to her sister. She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned from ear to ear. She held the pie in front of Chelsea. Chelsea looked down and shook her head. “Libby, no please. Please don’t do this,” she begged. Libby made a funny face. She held the pie in front of her sister and posed. “Sorry, Chelsea, it’s pie time,” she said. She then thrust the pie straight into her sister’s stunned face. She planted the pie in her face. She stuffed the pie in Chelsea’s face. Chelsea’s reaction was comical. Her little sister shifted the pie around in her face. She smiled as she gingerly pied Chelsea. When she finally let go, the pie tin fell down Chelsea’s chest. The tin finally fell, Chelsea’s face was revealed, her facial features were covered in blobs of cream. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips, her tongue almost reaching her nose. She could hear the howls of laughter. Her bangs were tinged with white cream. She tried to be as calm as she possibly could. She tried not to show her anger or embarrassment. She looked up with a glare. Her face decorated in pie. She cleared some of the excess pie from her eyes. She tried to look dignified, despite the fact that her face was covered in pie. The result only served to make her look even more ridiculous. Libby pointed and laughed at her. She just muttered to herself in anger. “You will regret this. I can promise you that,” she said spewing venom.
Chelsea’s mother Denise was now choosing what she would pour on her daughter. She decided to choose a large full of oatmeal. It was thick sloppy and gross. Denise approached her eldest daughter carrying the heavy bucket. She had always wanted to do something like this to her daughter. Denise sauntered and danced with the bucket as she made her way over to Chelsea. “Mum, you wouldn’t do this to me would you? I mean I am your eldest daughter,” Chelsea pleaded. “Oh yes I would,” She Denise said. She waived to her daughter and made a funny face. “Sorry,” she said in a funny voice. Chelsea gritted her teeth. Her mother took her place and raised the bucket over her daughter’s head. She slowly tipped the bucket over, aiming it over her daughter’s head. The thick oatmeal began to make its way out of the bucket. It oozed downward. Chelsea shook her head saying,” No”. When she felt the oatmeal fall onto her head, she made a face that looked as if she had smelled something truly disgusting. The giant blob of the oatmeal poured down onto her head. It was thick and felt heavy all around her face. Soon all she could see was oatmeal. The whole top half of her head was covered in oatmeal. It then poured down the front and the sides of her face. It looked revolting. It poured down her back and then down her dress, all over her breasts. It poured down her face. Oatmeal dripped from her lips. She talked to herself as her mother poured. Denise laughed and wiggled the bucket around as she poured. She wanted to truly enjoy every second of this. “Hahaha, I love it!,” Denis yelled. She looked down at her messed daughter and smiled. Chelsea ran her hands over her face and hair, wiping a lot of the oatmeal off. She flung it away. “Looking good Chels,” she said, giving her a thumbs up. “Yeah, wonderful,” she chirped sarcastically. Chelsea was not enjoying being laughed at by everyone.
Her father was going to be the next to have a go. Spaghetti hoops were next on the menu. By now there were tons of people gathered around to watch this. Some of them were former lovers of Chelsea as well as love rivals of hers. They were loving what they were witnessing. Chelsea did not bother arguing with Lucas or begging him not to pour the spaghetti hoops on her. She just let out a frustrated sigh as if to say,” It is going to happen anyway, might as well get it over with.” She crossed her arms across her chest and closed her eyes. She waited for what was about to be poured. Lucas held the bucket and gave an enormous smile. He then began to pour. Chelsea squealed and stomped her feet as the spaghetti hoops poured heavily down from the bucket straight down onto her. She could not believe that her father would actually do this to her. The spaghetti hoops made their way downwards from the bucket onto the top of Chelsea’s head. It poured down onto her black hair, soaking it in spaghetti. Hundreds upon hundreds of small spaghetti hoops poured onto her head and then onto her face. They started down her forehead and then down her cheeks and the front of her face. The wave of sauce poured down on her. Soon her face disappeared underneath the torrent of spaghetti hoops. It poured down on her body from above. Spaghetti hoops poured down her shoulders and the front of her dress. Her breasts were soon completely covered in them. She tried to lean forward, but that only served to direct some of the spaghetti hoops down her back and all over her shapely backside. She caught her breath and extended her neck. The supply of spaghetti hoops seemed never ending. They seem to pour and pour for ages. She wondered when it would stop. When the bucket finally was empty, the result was hundreds of small spaghetti O’s stuck all over Chelsea. Her face was covered in them completely. Individual spaghetti hoops stuck all over her face. They stuck to her nose, her lips and her cheeks. The results were hilarious. Although Chelsea didn’t seem to think so. She knew she must look ridiculous, covered in spaghetti hoops. She tried not to show her emotions. By now the whole square was there enjoying the site of Chelsea Fox covered in spaghetti hoops.
At this point it was noticed that close family friend Patrick had arrived and was watching everything. Denise called him over. He was an older gentleman, but someone who was like a grandfather to Libby and Chelsea. “Come on over Patrick,” Denise said. “I think Patrick should have a chance to join in the fun,” she said. Everyone agreed and cheered. Everyone with the exception of Chelsea of course. “What can I say,” Patrick said,” It looks like fun. He was handed a bucket of disgusting mess. It was filled with seafood salad. It looked and smelled absolutely nauseating. “Oh my god Patrick. Please no. How can you do this? It looks so disgusting.” She made a motion as if she was about to heave. Patrick just smiled. “Sorry, Chelsea. It is all good fun,” he said. Everyone applauded. Patrick raised the bucket containing the revolting salad. There were numerous bits of various foods in the salad, some of them almost unidentifiable in the concoction that it was made into. All of it was covered in some kind of rancid sauce. The old man smiled and laughed as he was cheered on. “Go on Patrick. Let her have it,” Denise shouted. “Yeah, Patrick, give it to her good,” Libby said. They all then started chanting his name. He smiled and laughed. He then tilted the bucket. A gigantic blob of the seafood salad dropped from the bucket and landed on Chelsea’s head. It was followed by tons of smaller blobs that poured over Chelsea. They rolled down her face, leaving traces of seafood salad as they went. Chelsea gagged a bit as she smelled the fishy odour of the seafood salad all over her. It looked revolting as well. She could hear everyone commenting about how disgusting it all looked. The top of her head was covered with it. Bits dripped down her face. Patrick tapped his hand on the bottom of the bucket and let the final bit of the seafood salad fall onto Chelsea. He then raised his hands in the air as everyone cheered. Chelsea took her hands and tried to brush some of the mess from her body and away from her eyes. She was livid. Chelsea was a very vain person. She was very fashion conscious. She now looked anything but cool.
Her family came over and took photos posing with her. This is no way to get a date, Chelsea thought to herself. “Are we done here?,” she shouted. She then stomped off back home. What followed was an amazing, angry shower. Chelsea furiously cleaned the slop from her body and hair, scrubbing herself using mainly her own hands. She was truly pissed off, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Chelsea Fox was someone who just naturally rubbed people the wrong way. She was loud and boisterous and could be thoughtless and rude at times. She acted promiscuously at times. Some times, her behaviour could be seen as stupid and even as dangerous. She could get on anyone’s nerves and sometimes annoyed even members of her close family. She could be down right naughty when she wanted to be as well. For example, she once coerced a man into having sex in a public toilet in a restaurant. She had a filthy mouth on her and had an incredible sex drive. There were a lot of people that would have loved to get their own back on her for some of the things that she had done over the years.
One day Chelsea was out with her sister Libby, her mother Denise and her father Lucas. They were approached by a film crew in the middle of the square and asked if they would like to take part in a television show. Chelsea was the first one to agree. She loved the idea of being on television. She was quite vain and always fancied herself as being a model or presenter. Her family agreed as well. Each of them was given a pen and a piece of card. It was explained that one of them would be getting gunged. The way that this would be determined would be through them, themselves. All they had to do was write down who they would most like to see gunged. The person with the most votes would win and be the one getting messy. Chelsea was certain that it would be her mother who would get the most votes. She would be voting for her and she was sure that Libby would as well. She was so conceited that she could not imagine any of her family voting for her. They were given a minute to write down their selections. They all made their choices and turned their cards around.
It was then time to reveal the results one by one. They would be asked to turn their cards around, say who they voted for and why. Chelsea was the first. She turned the card around. It said her mother’s name on it. “I am voting for Mum. I voted for Mum, because I would really enjoy pouring mess over her head. It would be really funny. Sorry Mum,” she said. Denise gave a slightly funny face but said that it was fine, It was Denise’s turn next. She turned her card around. “That’s ok Chels, because I voted for you too,” she said, looking at her daughter. “Mum, why?,” Chelsea said, her mouth falling open in shock. “I voted for Chelsea, because she deserves it more than anyone else. She can be hard work sometimes and she deserves to be taught a lesson.” Chelsea was not too worried yet, because she was banking on Libby and Lucas voting for Denise.
Lucas was next. He turned his card around and revealed Chelsea’s name. Chelsea licked the roof of her mouth and rolled her eyes. She was beginning to become a bit flush now. “I also voted for my daughter, Chelsea,” Lucas explained. “I honestly can’t think of anyone in the world I would rather pour gunge over than Chelsea. I would love to see her reaction. It will be really funny. Sorry, hun,” he said. She gave a look and said sarcastically,” Don’t mention it.” Chelsea still had not lost hope. The votes were two to one in her favour. She still believed Libby would vote for her Mum and make it a tie at least. She still could be saved.
It was now all up to Libby. In Chelsea’s mind, Libby would definitely want to gunge her mum. Chelsea looked at her. Her eyes begging her to save her. Libby turned her card around. “My choice is.. My sister,” Libby said with a big grin. Chelsea’s mouth fell wide open. “Squiggle,” she shouted. “I really would love to see Chelsea getting gunged. I would love to get my own back on her. We have had to share a bedroom and bathroom for years growing up. You can imagine what that was like. She can be a pretty selfish person as well at times. I think that this would go a long way to putting her into her place and teaching her a lesson.” The three smiled, knowing what Chelsea’s fate would be now.
A chair was brought out for Chelsea to sit on. She was wearing an implausibly short black dress with cold lining. “My dress,” she said,” It will get ruined.” “Don’t worry, it is black. The stains won’t show up on it,” Denise said. “Thanks a lot Mum,” she said angrily. “Go on, make yourself comfy,” Denise said, smiling and flashing her eyes. Chelsea looked pissed. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly sat herself on the chair. She crossed her legs and angrily crossed her arms. “I can’t fucking believe this,” she muttered to herself. She shook her head. “You lot are just fucking loving this,” she said. They could not hide their joy and excitement at what was happening, They could barely contain their laughter. The angrier she got, the funnier that they found it. By now there were several buckets that were ready for Chelsea. She was absolutely fuming by this point. “Look on the bright side, Chelsea, you will definitely be the star of the show today,” Libby teased. “Shut up,” Chelsea shouted. Chelsea’s nostrils flared in anger. Her family, on the other hands were finding the whole thing very amusing.
By now, people were beginning to gather around out of curiosity about what was going on. Friends and acquaintances started to gather around to see this. Friends were calling friends telling them to hurry up and get down there. When people heard who it was who was about to get messy, they were very excited to see it happen. Chelsea hid her face in her hands. This was going to be embarrassing beyond belief. Chelsea then caught an eye of some of the containers that were awaiting her. “Oh my god, you are not serious,” she said. Her family were now enjoying themselves choosing what items to use on Chelsea first.
Libby started first. She grabbed a large creamy pie with both hands. “Oh yeah,” she said and laughed with a cackle. She eyed up the pie and walked over to her sister. She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned from ear to ear. She held the pie in front of Chelsea. Chelsea looked down and shook her head. “Libby, no please. Please don’t do this,” she begged. Libby made a funny face. She held the pie in front of her sister and posed. “Sorry, Chelsea, it’s pie time,” she said. She then thrust the pie straight into her sister’s stunned face. She planted the pie in her face. She stuffed the pie in Chelsea’s face. Chelsea’s reaction was comical. Her little sister shifted the pie around in her face. She smiled as she gingerly pied Chelsea. When she finally let go, the pie tin fell down Chelsea’s chest. The tin finally fell, Chelsea’s face was revealed, her facial features were covered in blobs of cream. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips, her tongue almost reaching her nose. She could hear the howls of laughter. Her bangs were tinged with white cream. She tried to be as calm as she possibly could. She tried not to show her anger or embarrassment. She looked up with a glare. Her face decorated in pie. She cleared some of the excess pie from her eyes. She tried to look dignified, despite the fact that her face was covered in pie. The result only served to make her look even more ridiculous. Libby pointed and laughed at her. She just muttered to herself in anger. “You will regret this. I can promise you that,” she said spewing venom.
Chelsea’s mother Denise was now choosing what she would pour on her daughter. She decided to choose a large full of oatmeal. It was thick sloppy and gross. Denise approached her eldest daughter carrying the heavy bucket. She had always wanted to do something like this to her daughter. Denise sauntered and danced with the bucket as she made her way over to Chelsea. “Mum, you wouldn’t do this to me would you? I mean I am your eldest daughter,” Chelsea pleaded. “Oh yes I would,” She Denise said. She waived to her daughter and made a funny face. “Sorry,” she said in a funny voice. Chelsea gritted her teeth. Her mother took her place and raised the bucket over her daughter’s head. She slowly tipped the bucket over, aiming it over her daughter’s head. The thick oatmeal began to make its way out of the bucket. It oozed downward. Chelsea shook her head saying,” No”. When she felt the oatmeal fall onto her head, she made a face that looked as if she had smelled something truly disgusting. The giant blob of the oatmeal poured down onto her head. It was thick and felt heavy all around her face. Soon all she could see was oatmeal. The whole top half of her head was covered in oatmeal. It then poured down the front and the sides of her face. It looked revolting. It poured down her back and then down her dress, all over her breasts. It poured down her face. Oatmeal dripped from her lips. She talked to herself as her mother poured. Denise laughed and wiggled the bucket around as she poured. She wanted to truly enjoy every second of this. “Hahaha, I love it!,” Denis yelled. She looked down at her messed daughter and smiled. Chelsea ran her hands over her face and hair, wiping a lot of the oatmeal off. She flung it away. “Looking good Chels,” she said, giving her a thumbs up. “Yeah, wonderful,” she chirped sarcastically. Chelsea was not enjoying being laughed at by everyone.
Her father was going to be the next to have a go. Spaghetti hoops were next on the menu. By now there were tons of people gathered around to watch this. Some of them were former lovers of Chelsea as well as love rivals of hers. They were loving what they were witnessing. Chelsea did not bother arguing with Lucas or begging him not to pour the spaghetti hoops on her. She just let out a frustrated sigh as if to say,” It is going to happen anyway, might as well get it over with.” She crossed her arms across her chest and closed her eyes. She waited for what was about to be poured. Lucas held the bucket and gave an enormous smile. He then began to pour. Chelsea squealed and stomped her feet as the spaghetti hoops poured heavily down from the bucket straight down onto her. She could not believe that her father would actually do this to her. The spaghetti hoops made their way downwards from the bucket onto the top of Chelsea’s head. It poured down onto her black hair, soaking it in spaghetti. Hundreds upon hundreds of small spaghetti hoops poured onto her head and then onto her face. They started down her forehead and then down her cheeks and the front of her face. The wave of sauce poured down on her. Soon her face disappeared underneath the torrent of spaghetti hoops. It poured down on her body from above. Spaghetti hoops poured down her shoulders and the front of her dress. Her breasts were soon completely covered in them. She tried to lean forward, but that only served to direct some of the spaghetti hoops down her back and all over her shapely backside. She caught her breath and extended her neck. The supply of spaghetti hoops seemed never ending. They seem to pour and pour for ages. She wondered when it would stop. When the bucket finally was empty, the result was hundreds of small spaghetti O’s stuck all over Chelsea. Her face was covered in them completely. Individual spaghetti hoops stuck all over her face. They stuck to her nose, her lips and her cheeks. The results were hilarious. Although Chelsea didn’t seem to think so. She knew she must look ridiculous, covered in spaghetti hoops. She tried not to show her emotions. By now the whole square was there enjoying the site of Chelsea Fox covered in spaghetti hoops.
At this point it was noticed that close family friend Patrick had arrived and was watching everything. Denise called him over. He was an older gentleman, but someone who was like a grandfather to Libby and Chelsea. “Come on over Patrick,” Denise said. “I think Patrick should have a chance to join in the fun,” she said. Everyone agreed and cheered. Everyone with the exception of Chelsea of course. “What can I say,” Patrick said,” It looks like fun. He was handed a bucket of disgusting mess. It was filled with seafood salad. It looked and smelled absolutely nauseating. “Oh my god Patrick. Please no. How can you do this? It looks so disgusting.” She made a motion as if she was about to heave. Patrick just smiled. “Sorry, Chelsea. It is all good fun,” he said. Everyone applauded. Patrick raised the bucket containing the revolting salad. There were numerous bits of various foods in the salad, some of them almost unidentifiable in the concoction that it was made into. All of it was covered in some kind of rancid sauce. The old man smiled and laughed as he was cheered on. “Go on Patrick. Let her have it,” Denise shouted. “Yeah, Patrick, give it to her good,” Libby said. They all then started chanting his name. He smiled and laughed. He then tilted the bucket. A gigantic blob of the seafood salad dropped from the bucket and landed on Chelsea’s head. It was followed by tons of smaller blobs that poured over Chelsea. They rolled down her face, leaving traces of seafood salad as they went. Chelsea gagged a bit as she smelled the fishy odour of the seafood salad all over her. It looked revolting as well. She could hear everyone commenting about how disgusting it all looked. The top of her head was covered with it. Bits dripped down her face. Patrick tapped his hand on the bottom of the bucket and let the final bit of the seafood salad fall onto Chelsea. He then raised his hands in the air as everyone cheered. Chelsea took her hands and tried to brush some of the mess from her body and away from her eyes. She was livid. Chelsea was a very vain person. She was very fashion conscious. She now looked anything but cool.
Her family came over and took photos posing with her. This is no way to get a date, Chelsea thought to herself. “Are we done here?,” she shouted. She then stomped off back home. What followed was an amazing, angry shower. Chelsea furiously cleaned the slop from her body and hair, scrubbing herself using mainly her own hands. She was truly pissed off, but there was nothing she could do about it.
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