Sensory writing: toutch

An eiry feeling jut through my body as the door creaked open. As I awaited Diana to come around to me, I heard Jesus (the one in our class) yelp at a high pitched voice. The voices of my classmates screaming ran through my head. The tension was un-bearable as I was one of the last hands to be touched. I heard her feet getting closer and closer. I was shivering of excitement and fear like at the last few seconds of a football game. She stopped nearly two inches to my right. her cold hand grasped my wrist as she thrusted my hand into the jar. My hand plopped in the gooey mess as the coldness of the substance dashed up my arm. It felt like sticking my hand in refrigerated animal fat. And to be mean she stuck my hand, wrist, and part of my arm back in the chilled jar. I quickly repulsed, and took my hand out. Now I had what seemed to be refrigerated animal fat all over my hand ... oh joy.