I woke to a familiar smell, pancakes. My mom's pancakes are literally the best in the world, and if you think different, come try them. You will seriously change your mind. Anyway, I slugged out of my bed and put some pants on. (By the way, pants are SO uncomfortable while you sleep.) The second I opened my door, the scent filled my nose and I felt like those people in the movies where they start floating around and down stairs to the root of the smell. Although, this is real life, and I can't float. I was daydreaming about robots who make pancakes for you, when my mom interrupted.
"Are you coming down to eat or what? I heard you come out of your room like, ten minutes ago. Pancakes are soon going to stop being made!"
"COMING! PLEASE MAKE ME PANCAKES!" I yelled frantically half-running-half-tripping down the stairs to get to my precious food.
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After finishing my pancakes-8, may I add- I realized I have to get all my stuff packed up into my car so I can finally leave. For college. UGGGHHHHH. It seems so exciting, but at the same time, it's just more school.
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*NOTE* I realize this one is very short, but I just want to start another chapter, and I don't feel like making this one longer for some reason. Anyway, I have all the time in the world right now, seeing as it's summer, so I might update more.
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