27• Thanksgiving Is A Fresh Kid Cuisine And A Liter Of Coke

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27• Thanksgiving Is A Fresh Kid Cuisine And A Liter Of Coke

NOT knowing how the mystery girl felt after I basically said that I had feelings for her was killing me

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NOT knowing how the mystery girl felt after I basically said that I had feelings for her was killing me.

She didn't flat-out ignore me when I asked. She sent back a text that changed the subject completely and we went about our conversations like it never happened. I don't even know why I felt the need to text her about my dream. It had been weeks since I had the dream, but it was still plaguing my mind. I couldn't help it. So I told her.

And now, days had passed by and it was still bothering me. I needed to get out of the house to clear my mind. I hadn't left my house more than twice over the entirety of Fall break. I left to hangout with Hannah both times. And both times were only slightly tolerable because she was in one of her moods.

Today was Thanksgiving, so I felt I might as well leave the house.

Unlike everyone else I knew, my family wasn't here for Thanksgiving. The last time I actually spent Thanksgiving with my parents or any family of mine was in seventh grade. As per usual this year, the mayor was holding a special Thanksgiving meal at the capital building. That's where he and my mom would be. I was allowed to join them but why would I put myself through that misery? If I wanted to spend Thanksgiving getting political lectures from my dad, that would be self-inflicting torture.

So tonight, I was spending Thanksgiving alone. I got out of the house by heading to the grocery store. I could by no means cook a real Thanksgiving dinner, but I could definitely buy some Kid Cuisine and a ready-made pie. That had been my typical Thanksgiving meal for the past five years.

It was a little sad, really. I hadn't eaten a real Thanksgiving meal for five years in a row. I missed the traditional turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and actual homemade pie. Apple pie was my weakness. Especially when it was warm. And served with vanilla ice cream.

Now I was just making myself disappointed.

I walked around the grocery store picking up whatever I wanted. I didn't want to get carried away so I only had a basket wrapped around my arm. I had already set in a chicken nugget Kid Cuisine and a liter of Coke.

Hannah would kill me if she saw my basket.

I was now just walking through the aisles, making my way towards the bakery where I knew there were pies. They weren't the best, but they would do. All I really wanted was to eat an entire apple pie straight out of the pan. With a fork.

That reminded me that I needed ice cream, too. How could I have almost forgotten?

I grabbed the pie and swiftly walked back to the frozen aisle. I was about to turn down when I saw her.

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