When we arrive back at home, Ella's dad gives us the groceries.
"Run before they realize you have food," he says with a twinkle in his eye.
Ella and I grin and we bolt into the house.
"Blueberry pancakes?" I say, once we've safely arrived in the kitchen.
"Blueberry pancakes," she agrees, and we begin unpacking the groceries.
A half hour later, we're dropping the first pancake onto a griddle
Glistening with melted butter.
After tasting the first one, we spoon on more batter
Untill we have enough pancakes for everyone to eat.
Ella's brother eats five before we can stop him and shoo him back out of the kitchen.
"I had to make sure they weren't poisoned," he mumbles,
Mouth full of pancake.
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
