Ugh. Morning. Only a couple hours of sleep. Didn't feel like even doing life, But today was the day I was to go with Moms to the local mall and go "School Shopping". Even though the place didn't have a dress code, Mom suggested that I look "Fly". She always tried to be cool and use the same slang as when she was younger. I went downstairs and saw her watching the news. I didn't think anything of it. I got kinda hungry so I decided to make something a little nice. Pancakes. Sounded like a plan. I didn't really want to but I figured my Mom would like them. I got the batter from the cabinet along with the syrup and milk and a couple other items. I felt a little chippier than other morning. Not sure what it was but I was in a good mood. I turned on the stove and put the frying pan on. It was kinda warm so I opened the window to let in some air. Alright then, let's get cracking....
Okay so the end result wasn't too bad. I kinda burnt my finger and the pancakes came out a little sloppy but it wasn't too shabby. I called her in the kitchen to surprise her, which she probably already smelled them cooking or me yelling when I burnt my finger. The first thing she said was "Oh you're always up to something. Trying to be sweet for me. You're such a Mommas boy." She didn't have to tell me twice. I loved my mom. She was a special person and always took care of me. She was my best friend. She deserved to have pancakes so it was my gift to her. She looked at the plate and sat down. I handed her the syrup and made her some milk. She liked it for when it got dry. I sat down to watch the news and relax...
(11:00 AM)
I told my Mom it was time to go down to the Mall and get me some clothes. I didn't really feel like it but I wouldn't wanna do anything tomorrow. So now is the time to get it done. I went to my room and started changing while Mom did what she needed. I didn't want to look weird so I went with my usual attire. Green DC shirt, Khaki cargo shirts, and grey Vans shoes. Fit for my style. A little cologne here and there along with a necklace my dad had gotten me before he passed....
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Ross Capicchioni (Based on a True Story)
Non-FictionRoss had just moved to Detroit, Michigan and was the new kid in class. He felt alone and left out in a school full of gangs and bullies with few people to trust. One day in his way to eat lunch, he met a fellow student "Marcus" (Cover Photo). He wou...
