Today Dad took me out for ice cream.
A new place opened up down the road and we were determined to be the first to try their giant chocolate fruit twist, which promised to be the best ever.
We weren't the first in the queue, but we were the first to order the giant chocolate fruit twist.
It was delicious, but I'm not sure it was the best ever.
Either way, the owner asked us to write a small review for her.
I said that the blue bit was my favourite.
It was blueberry.
But dad said that I liked it because of the colour.
Which might be partly true, but not totally.
When we got home, Mum had made us pasta for dinner, and I ate it all even though I was full from the ice cream.
Charlene's out tonight so we haven't seen her for dinner.
She didn't really say where she was going, but that she was with friends.
I wonder if she's still with her old boyfriend.
She hasn't mentioned him for a while.
And she hasn't brought him home.
Though maybe that's because she knows we don't like him.
Maybe I'll ask her next time I see her.
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Short Story"She goes out a lot. Although I never know when she's at home anyway, she rarely comes out of her room, and the door is always locked. Dad threatens to remove the lock nearly every week, but I know he never will." A short story (or long poem dependi...
