She wore her old, raggedy, brown apron,and her brunette hair in a loose bun as she flipped over a pancake. Her face didn't look aged wrong, she only had a few wrinkles that defined her.
She may be a pain in the ass but she can really cook. I can feel my mouth watering from the sight and smell of it all. Bacon. Eggs. Pancakes.
My stomach growls.
I walk over to the cabinet, and opened the door, getting a plate out and walked to the stove. "Good morning mother."
"Yea, good morning," she said, obviously not caring as she put a pancake and some eggs on my plate. She waved her hand as if to shoo me away and turned off the stove.
Bitch.
I turn away in disgust and sat at the kitchen table. There's as fork at my spot and two pieces of bacon on a napkin. I grab the syrup on the table, pouring the sticky goodness on my pancake. I then grab my fork and take a fork full of pancakes an plop it in my mouth. The sweet flavor filled my mouth entirely.
So good....
Yes, really good.
After I got done eating I grabbed my book bag and headed out the front door, slamming it behind me. I don't even bother saying goodbye to my mother. I hate her. She hates me. We're even.
I look at the figure standing at the end of the sidewalk, staring at me, and I stop dead in my tracks.
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Bish who u seee?
Tell me....
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Imaginary Friend
Roman pour AdolescentsClare was told she was crazy since she was in third grade. Everyone thinks she is crazy when she claims to have a friend named Alex that only she can see. She knows she's not crazy, but that doesn't stop what everybody else thinks. Now, a freshman i...
