My mom walked in and said "what do you want for dinner?". "HOMEMADE PIZZAS"I scream in excitement. "Ok just calm down". "Ok" I said still so happy. See I never get to pick the often most of the time are chef cooks. But my moms cooking is way way better. But chef he's okay. But as long as I don't go hungry I'm ok.
I was still on Amazon debating if I should get the skate board or not. I click the add to my basket button and ship as fast as possible. Then I looked and shoes and found some flip flops that had pancakes on them. I also got some shorts. I got some lime green ones and by blue, and last I got some light purple ones. Even though I don't need no more clothes I got them any way.
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Teen Fiction"HEY MOM"!!!!! "WHAT"!! "COME HERE"!! I was standing in my room I never knew what to wear. That's why I called for my mom but she's not my real mom I was adopted. The best thing was that she wasn't the age of a mom for a kid my age. She was 50 years...
