I lifted the burger and opened my mouth. As I tried to chew I chipped me tooth. I looked around and saw newspaper everywhere my hands felt like dry cardboard. My chipped tooth was newspaper and everything I had seen was newspaper. I felt the hamburger and it was hard and realised it was paper Mache. I ran to the bathroom and started throwing up paper balls as everything around me was paper Mache. Even my fidget spinner was covered. I stood at the mirror and looked at the top headlines on my body. My life is now a disaster.