I opened the door. "Hello?" I asked to no one in particular. I checked all the rooms for anyone. Nope, no one. I shrugged. 'Probably at the store,' I thought. I walked back to my room and sat down on my bed. I turned on some music and sat down at my desk. I opened one of the drawers on my desk and pulled out a Polaroid camera my aunt gave to me a couple of months ago. My parents were still working on getting film for it. I examined the camera and opened the compartment you put the film in. After a few minutes of looking at it, I put it back in the desk drawer and started reading.
I started walking back inside with three bags in my arms. My mom just got home and had wanted me to help carry in groceries. I held open the door for her and followed her inside, closing the door behind me. We both walked into the kitchen and set down the bags on the floor. "I got the rest," Mom told me and headed back outside to the car. I started pulling things put of that bag and setting it on the counter. As I was starting to put things away, Mom came back inside and helped me. "So, what did you do at Chloe's?" She asked. I shrugged, "We watched TV and helped Joyce with dinner." She nodded.
After Mom told me to wash some silverware, I put three plates on the table and walked back into the kitchen to get the silverware I washed. I set them onto the table and walked to my room. I sat down and waited for dinner by reading a book Chloe lended me. I am guessing I fell asleep while reading, because I woke up to Mom agakimg, telling me dinner was ready.
