The Wedding (Draft 2)

The wooden door creaked open, with a loud whine. I tried to suppress a grimace at my less than perfect entrance. I shivered, feeling a chilly draft filtering in through the door behind me. I couldn't help strutting down the aisle, watching all those people turn around and stare.

I just knew that I looked gorgeous, with my white dress and fashionable veil. I wasn't entirely sure that the little old man who was walking me down the aisle was going to make it all the way up to the altar. Just then, I saw my new husband's great aunt, who waved enthusiastically at me. I smiled coolly, remembering her four hour long speech at our rehearsal dinner; half of the guests had fallen asleep. Suddenly, she sneezed; it was so loud that I found it a miracle that she hadn't blown half way across the church. I noticed a little boy putting some candles in his pocket, and had to stop myself from telling his mother to teach him some manners. My eyes drifted to the front of the church, where I saw Jim, standing with his best man. Before I could reach him, however, I saw something brown dart across the stairs underneath the altar, where the priest stood waiting to begin the ceremony. It looked like.. a rat. The little brown object came to a complete stop right in front of the podium, and I saw a long tail. It raised two little arms, and let out a humongous squeak, louder than the blaring organ. The church went quiet and the woman with the huge glasses who had been playing the wedding march spun around in alarm. As I stared, still in shock that such a small animal could let out such a huge noise, the old man escorting me fainted. I supported him with one arm, and held myself up using the pew next to me. The rat, or whatever it was, began to squeak angrily at the congregation, and I heard a scream from my right. It was the great aunt who had given the four hour speech; somehow, I was not surprised. The priest had evidently decided to take matters into his own hands; he sprinted forward, bearing his heavy bible, and thwacked away at the rat. The rodent easily evaded the old man, and before my eyes, it pointed a skinny arm at the priest, and began to squeak even louder.

As the incredible scene unfolded before me, I couldn't help but question my decision to marry Jim. His family was boring, and while I was busy holding up an old man, he was scratching his nose in awe of the cheeky rat that was steadily ruining my wedding. Without waiting to stay and see what happened, I yelled angrily at him, "forget this; we're so over!"

He didn't even turn around, as I stormed out of the building, tearing off the veil that I now hated. I kicked the limo driver out into the street, climbed into the car, and tore off down the street, hoping never to see Jim or his great aunt again.

The Wedding

I was minding my own business in a corner of the little building, right near my little hole in the wall. It was a nice place to live, because it was quiet (except for one day a week, when a crowd of people gathered to listen to a boring little old man speak) and the windows were colorful,letting in nice light. I liked to curl up just behind the baseboard, and take a mid-afternoon nap every day before i settled in for the evening.Today, however, a crowd filtered in and rudely disturbed my peaceful rest. I was frustrated, because the same crowd was typically not due back for a week, and they had come yesterday as well. Before my very eyes, men in horrid black suits, and women in distasteful dresses had filtered in through the doors, and had begun to sit down in the seats. The organ lady had nearly stepped on me, as she made her way to the organ, and had proceeded to bang out some of the most awful sounds I had ever heard. A ridiculously dressed woman, in a white sack had flounced up the aisle between all of the benches and was now standing hand in hand with a terribly ugly man who kept scratching his nose. My whiskers twitched in annoyance; who did these clowns think they were? I ventured out a little further, trying to decide what to do. I couldn't decide whether to let them finish their little celebration, or shoo them out of my home. After I had put up with an old lady sneezing all over my favorite prayer book, and a brat stealing some candles from a side table where i loved to sit, I made my decision. I would scare these freaks out and they would never come back. But no, I thought to myself; my mother rat had always told me to be polite. So, with that in mind, I sauntered out on my hind legs, onto the steps in front of the altar. I strutted proudly across my stage, and came to a halt in the center of the steps, right in front of the podium. Knowing that the humans were no doubt awed by my powerful presence, I raised my claws high into the air, and put an immediate stop to the preaching going on behind me with a high squeak. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began grandly, but I was cut off by a screech. "Raaaaaaat!!!" It was the little hag who had sneezed. Raising my claw indignantly, I was about to put a stop to the terrible noise coming out of her mouth. Then I heard a slight shuffling behind me; glancing over my shoulder, I saw the priest running after me with his heavy book. "Good," I squeaked, "finish her!" But, suddenly, the old man flipped the book high above his head, and brought it down as hard as his skinny little arms could muster. I dodged his frail attempt easily. Putting my paws on my hips, I scolded him, "She's over there, stupid!!" But as soon as the words had left my lips, he brought the book down again, and everything went black....