I keep running and running without a break until I reach my new house and burst through the front door. My mother looks up from stirring some cookie dough and smiles at me.
"Hi hon, what are you doing home so early?"
Taking a few deep breaths, I grin, "Oh... I ran all the way home, I just feel great right now."
My mom smiles even wider and reads my expression.
"Yes there is an already baked batch..." She chuckles. I whoop and twirl over the the counter. I sweep up a few cookies and take a bite of one.
I grin with cookie in my teeth. "Peanut butter! My favorite! Thanks mom..." I give her a hug and skip over to my room. I flip on the radio and my favorite song fills the room. I do a little dance as I take out my school planner. What! No homework? I get out my drawing book and let loose.
A few minutes later I get up to get a glass of orange juice. I walk to the kitchen and smell my favorite dinner cooking: chicken parmesan.
I grin and pull open the fridge and see a 12 pack of Pepsi. Oh dude, even better. I pour myself a glass and go back to my room.
I stare at my doodle page. A baseball bat and baseball, a spiral, a couple cubes, a batting helmet, a glass of lemonade, a book, a mini race car, a jersey, a sun... all that good stuff.
After playing outside for awhile, my father calls me in for dinner. As I shovel in another bite of chicken parmesan and cooked carrots, my father announces,
"Well everyone, I got the job today!" My mother gasps and hugs my dad while my mouth hangs open. I quickly shut it and continue to chew my food all the way. After swallowing and a gulp of milk, I exclaim,
"Dad that's great! When do you start?"
"Monday."
I take another bite and smile, mouth closed this time.
After dinner, I head back into my room and read, until my mother calls me into the dining room.
"What is it?" I ask when I reach the table.
"Would you like to go out for some ice cream?" My father grins.
"Heck yeah!" I cheer and grab my coat.
When we get to the ice cream parlor, (a cupcake shaped building with a giant cherry on the roof and the whole exterior decorated with red and white stripes) I order a giant banana split. I smile as I lick the last of the ice cream off my spoon.
When we get home, I take a warm sudsy bath and pull on my cozy pajamas (the pants have little trucks on them) and snuggle into bed. I slide the covers up to my chin and close my eyes. I've never had such a good night's sleep as I did that night.
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
