Slime Making is a Dangerous Business

Long story short, I stabbed myself. Not in a suicidal way, but in an accidental way. Let me explain.

It all began when I started my year five slime business. I was a budding entrepreneur and making major bank. I had just received a stack of orders, and started making those said orders, when I realized that my glue was tough, almost dried out. The ultimate consistency is stretchy warm glue with fresh shaving cream, ready for the activator (in this case, Borax – I did say this was a dangerous business) to blend in nicely. Panicking because I would have some unhappy 10-year-old girl customers, I attempted to problem solve.

I came up with the marvelous idea that to make the glue softer, I would simply melt it in the microwave. How genius. As I took the glue out of the microwave, I realized my brilliant plan had the opposite effect: the glue was now rock solid and stuck to the bowl.

This was a disaster. But, no worries, I had a new idea. Instead of waiting for my mum to come home and explaining the situation to her, I decided to grab a spoon and try to chip away at the glue. After a few hacks at the glue, I realized I needed something stronger, sharper –something more dangerous. So, I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and decided to start stabbing this rock-solid glue.

You might be thinking is this a child genius? How would she have ever thought of this amazing plan? Well, every plan has flaws, and as I was chipping away with this massive kitchen knife, the worst possible thing could have happened. The bowl slipped. I know - so tragic. But actually, it kind of was – I ended up with a massive kitchen knife stabbed through my wrist.

I took out the knife and stared at it for a few seconds. My arm was gushing blood, and I thought wow, I am going to die now. My entrepreneur career is over, my arm is gushing blood and I am going to die. I’m going to die at 10 years old. So, I did what any rational person would do, and started running around screaming while my arm was gushing blood, leaving a snail trail of my blood around the whole house Lucky for me, my sister was home at the time and was a responsible 12-year-old girl who decided to grab ahold of me and then squeeze my arm so more blood would gush out, and then freak out. What did she think was going to happen, she would squeeze my open arm wound and the bleeding would stop? Anyways we called my mum, who was at the football, and she got my cousin to come over to help us. My cousin decided to frantically wrap my arm up in 50 bandages and wait for my mum to come home. She reassured me that I would not die, thank God.

I was then taken to the hospital to get it stitched up. I could return to school the next day to continue my entrepreneur career, and deliver handmade slime to 10-year-old girls. Phew!

by Isabel McKenna (Year 10)