Raspberry Pi

"Hello?"Handsome.

As I'm reading a heard  a quiet whack.

I ignore it.

This is then followed by five more.

Eventually I give up.

Standing up I whip around and close the curtains.

I didn't even see who was being obnoxious and throwing rocks at my window.

I then brush my teeth and hop into bed.

I swear if there is a rock chip, my neighbour is dead.

Then I start imagining what my neighbour looks like.

Probably some scrawny stalker.

Maybe a bit younger then me.

I'll say three years.

So a messed up 14 year old boy.

Ew,those are the worst!

I shudder. Then fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning birds chirping and sunlight streaming in.

Oh, and a giant crash sound.

I scramble out of bed.

No joke, this thing is huge and really fluffy.

When I finally escape it's fluffy clutches (deadly right) I run downstairs.

"Mom! Are you ok?". My mom greets me covered in flour and eggs. "Ok then..."so baking went well, it didn't. "Morning sweet heart. Just  had a minor problem, with gravity. Struggle of life.". She shrugs as if this is no biggy. I cough because of the flour"Are you making more pies!?". "Of course sweety. There's about 30 people coming.". My jaw drops. Nooooo. Wait that's all? "How small is this neighbourhood?". "K,when I said 30 I meant" she gulps."130" she squeaks. I feel like that's a lot for a neighbourhood, but what do I know. I had no friends.

It's 11:00 and people are just arriving. Wow these people are rich. I see some nice cars. Lamborghini, Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero, Lykan hyper sport, they were so beautiful. I almost screamed in joy. But ya got to act cool. Pft,me cool! Nah. Then of course the "guys" show up on bikes. You know the ones with training wheels? I snort imagining it. I wish though. My thoughts drift back to imaging that. Heh. I'm snapped back to reality when my moms voice starts greeting people. Oh yeah, we have to talk to these things. While my mom greets everyone I use the bathroom excuse. For about twenty minutes. What!? I'm not social. My mom finally drags me out. Demanding I carry the pies to everyone. I think it's to prove she actually has a daughter.

I hand the pies out to the picnic tables. Having to make small talk. Awful right. Sigh, life these days. I only have 5 pies left. Hallelujah! Then the unthinkable happens. I look over and surprise, surprise 4 guys in all black are sitting together. Oh, great I have to give them their pie. I groan. When I have my last pie left to serve to the guys in black. I start thinking of my plan. Maybe if I drop it off, smile and say enjoy,I can run away? I drift into thought as usual but keep walking. Sadly, I don't notice the wall in front of me. Or should I say human. He doesn't see me either so we crash. And my precious pie goes flying right into his face/hair. Oops. Should I run? "Sorry!" I squeak. I turn around around and run like there is a chocolate sale.

Immediately I regret it. What if his gang of boys kills me!? Oh I'm so dead! R.I.P me. My gravestone should say here lies Amber Blake an obsessed foodie,her first and last love was food. Oh and her mom, and her pies. May she rest in food. I like the sound of that. I realized I had stopped running. So I duck behind a tree. Please don't find me. As soon as I say that a cute boy dives beside me. It took him a minute to notice me. I gulp, his hair is covered in pie. Uh oh. "Hi." He says. His voice doesn't sound evil. So I finally look at him. Big mistake."Hello."handsome. I respond. He is good looking. Even with pie. In fact it enhances his features. Oh gosh yes! Forget about about makeup! Use food!

I guess my eyes had lit up, because food=life. Um, back to before. Because the guy looked at me weirdly."I don't think anyone has been so excited to see me." he said this while putting his hand through his hair. Making pie fall on his face. I roll my eyes. "I was thinking of food. Oh,you got a little something. Everywhere."I said while pointing at his face. "Did you just call me food? Cause you can't eat me,yet.". He said this with a wink. "Congratulations,you made me hate food," I reply in monotone"for now.". I then jump up and walk like the bad girl I'm not. I almost did a hair flip for fun. I then decided it would look stupid. But I got up because I didn't want to die. Badboy+me=death. I think.

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