Sensory Writing "Touch"

Oh my when Mrs. Diana told us " You guys better roll up your sleaves, if you dont want them dirty." I knew that she was going to bring in something mushey.I was waiting hesitantly like a predator to its prey.Then she came over to my table and took my hands and dove them into the bucket like an olympic diver. All i felt was gooey, ozzey, jelly. It was like putting your hand in a chocolate fountain exept instead of chocolate it was brains mushed up. As i pulled my hand out i could feel the remains of the jelly on me, dripping off of my hand like water. Drip.. Dropp..All i could hear were people saying oh my it feels like mucus. I felt like a monster riping my prey to streds. I could be in comarison to Freddy Kruger or Jason. It was really bad. I felt some of the jelly drop on my pants, like bleach it stung through the cotton in my pants. I felt like i was in the jungle andi was trying to find food like tarzan. I felt like a lion eating a baby garaffe. Or a cheetah sleek as night, Eating away the remains of a zebra. Thats how it felt.