Anderson snuck up to the house and opened the back door. His plan was to just leave the chips on the counter and pretend that they were there the whole time, but as soon as he got home, his mother pounced.
"Do you know that you are five hours late?!
"I'm sorry, mom. I just got a little carried away with all the... Chip choices."
As soon as he said that, Anderson knew that it was the dumbest thing he'd said in a long while, but luckily, his mom wasn't listening. She was too busy rambling about how she, no he was lucky that the 'gals' were late.
"Could you even imagine what the girls would think?! No chips?! They would think we're broke!!" Mrs. McMacca rambled.
"I wonder if i could just sneak off to my room..."
Their was no need.
"Go to your room right now, Anderson Winston McMacca! And I don't want to see you for the rest of the night!"
"Well." Anderson thought as he ran up to his room. "That went well."
YOU ARE READING
Gladys and her Million Dollar Piano
General FictionLife is about to get a little bit more interesting for sixteen year old Anderson McMacca. His mom never pays attention to him, and his dad? No one knows where he is at. But a simple visit to the store could lead to a new friend... Or even a few fans.
