It is now Friday morning. I wake up and do my normal morning routine of changing clothes and using the bathroom.
“Last day of the school week!” I exclaimed.
“You get weekends off, right?” Dusty asked, hopping onto my bed after I sat down.
“Indeed!” I responded.
“So we could sleep in tomorrow?” Dusty asked, a stupid grin on his face.
I chuckled.
“If we felt like it!” I replied.
I grab my smartphone, which I haven’t used much lately, and stick it into my pocket.
“Ready for breakfast?” Dusty asked, a hungry look in his eyes.
Before I could answer, my phone began\ to ring.
“Huh, I never get calls!” I said.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and look at the caller ID. It’s Janie!
I gave her my number after Halloween.
It’s not what it sounds like!
Anyway, I answered the phone.
“Hey, Janie!” I said.
“Hi, Artie! I got up and got ready earlier than usual. Can I pick you up by your house so we can walk to school together?” Janie asked from the other end of the line.
“Uh, sure!” I replied.
“Alright, be there in five!” Janie said before abruptly hanging up the phone.
“What’d she say?” Dusty asked.
“She’s stopping by to pick us up,” I answered.
Dusty gives me a mischievous smile.
“Aww, does somebody have a girl?” he said, his smile growing wider.
My face turns as red as a piece of pepperoni.
“It’s not like that! We’re just friends!” I exclaim, extremely flustered at this point.
“You say that now!” Dusty said in a sing-song voice.
“That’s enough speaking outta you!” I said, laughing afterward to show it wasn’t a hostile comment.
“What’s your mom making for breakfast?” Dusty asked.
“Scrambled eggs,” I responded.
Dusty begins salivating once more.
I chuckle.
“Let’s eat!” I said, a wide smile plastered on my face.
We go downstairs where Mom has made a dozen eggs.
Two for me, one for her, three for Dad, and six for Dusty.
“Thanks, Chloe!” Dusty said with a grateful smile.
“Of course!” Mom said with a warm smile.
Dusty begins to elegantly but ravenously eat his eggs. I also began to eat my eggs. That being said, I eat at a far slower pace than Dusty.
Dusty finishes in mere seconds, but I’m still eating. As I’m still eating, I hear a knock on the door.
“I’m coming!” I yell.
“I can get it, Artie,” Mom said.
“Okay,” I said.
Mom goes and opens the door and walks back in with Janie a few seconds later.
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My Friend, Lavender the Giant Bunny
Teen FictionIt's not easy being a nerd, but 14 year-old Artie Ray had it figured out. Until he didn't. When two bullies begin targeting him after a grammatical correction, Artie runs into his familiar woods, just to find, he's lost! After stumbling through some...
