Milk Race ^o^

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"Blake, Adam, wake up!" Mom shouted from downstairs. "BLAKE AND ADAM SHEVINE, COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!!!" Mom yelled, again. "Ok, Mom!" We came downstairs so sleepy we couldn't open our eyes. "Blake, Adam, you have to go to work." Mom said. "Come and have your eggs and drink you're milk. "Ok." We both said together. "Wanna have a race." I asked Adam. "Its 9 o'clock in the morning. I'm sleepy." He said. "No." I said. "Not a footrace. A milk race." "A milk race huh? Ill give you 20 dollars if you win." Adam told me. "Watch out bro, you're betting the MILK DRINKER EXTREME!! And i don't like the 20 dollars. I have a better bet, the winner is going to pick out the loser's halloween costume." (And I'm not cheating Full House. The idea just popped into my mind and i liked it so i decided to go with it.) "Ok, deal!" Adam said while shaking my hand.

"Ok, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...Gooo!!" Mom shouted.

"I win!!! I shouted. "Awwww." Adam aww-ed sadly. "I already had the costume picked out. Jimmy Neutron. With his funny spikes. And his intelligence. But now, my careful planning have come to an end." "Do you know what's your costume?" I asked him. "No..." "Wonder Woman!!!" "But my hairy legsss...." Adam cried. "I don't care. It was a bet and i won. You just have to deal with it." I told him. "I am such an evil genius!"

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