The Future

Here is a story my friend told me to write for her since she couldn't think of anything...

It was an assignment in her class, where you used 15 words (given by the teacher) in your story. The name of the story is called, "The Future." It's only a few sentences. Hope you like it. I'll underline the words that were given

The girl never thought she'd experience such lachrymose. She felt contrite towards the fact that she had nothing to live for anymore. It hurt her very much because she always thought her future was bright. Nevermore would she be convivial and she could never be debonair towards this subject. Towards this absolutely disgusting subject of the future. Now to others, even to her complaisant of ten years, she had become too acidulous. She was so sour even lemons couldn't handle her. It was a drastic change in a short amount of time. She had become dyspeptic and bilious to the point of no return. The thing was, she didn't want to return. She was so bellicose when it came to the topic of her dying future. She wouldn't let anyone tell her that she was going about everything the wrong way. She used to be bumptious and avaricious and in fact that was probably the whole cause of her future beginning to disappear right before her eyes. She was sinking in deeper and deeper into this horrid mind frame and soon she was acting churlish to herself. She was captious about her sudden changes, but fell craven to them. She did not want to change anymore. She felt she had no purpose in life anymore. This baleful future she had so much hope in was what she surrounded her life upon. Without it she had no life. No life meant she was dead. Dead meant she was gone. Gone is forever and now. . .she's forever gone.