Undecided (postponed)

The Morning Of

     I'm not quite sure when this all started for everyone else, so I'll just start on the day everything happened to me.

     It was a Tuesday morning.  I woke up at 6:30 as I usually do for school.  I brushed my teeth, got dressed, and ate a wonderfully healthy breakfast of chocolate cereal in the shape of little puff balls.  Nothing un-normal happened except my mom dropping her plate and then running to go clean it up.  "I can't let anyone step on the glass!", she screamed as she ran off to the closet to get either the vaccuum or broom.  I sighed, and wondered when my mom was ever going to learn to just chill out.  I grabbed my backpack, left my crazy mom, and headed over to the Gomez's. 

     The Gomez's house is just 3 houses away from ours and then across the street.  It is a regular red brick house like all the other houses on our street.  In the front they have trees and bushes that surround their circular drive-way, and in the back they have a good sized yard, with a tiny garden I always laugh at.  We (as in my family) have known the Gomez's for a good 9 years, ever since we moved into this neighborhood when I was 7. 

     There are five of them living in the house.  There are the 2 kids; Brett, who is about my age and Stephanie, who is 2 years younger than me.  Their parents are Lindsay and John Gomez (or Mrs. and Mr. Gomez to me), who both work at a newspaper company; Lindsay as a journalist and John as an editor.  The fifth person living there is Lindsay's mother, Mrs. Amana (I have no clue if Amana is her first or last name).  Those are the five living in the house not counting their dog Buddy, which is another thing I always laugh at when I go to their house.  I love the name Buddy because it is such a common dog name, and because it matches the  big golden dog so nicely.  Everytime I come over Buddy races up to me and starts licking my calves.  After licking my calves he usually races around somewhere and then comes back to lick my calves so more.

     So, I walked down to their house and rang the doorbell.  (Oh, you're probably wondering why I went over to their house.  Sorry, I forgot to mention that Steph and Brett go to the same school as me and that we carpool.)  I heard Buddy barking in the house and then saw him run up to the front door wagging his tail.  "Hey, Buddy!", I said to the dog.  He wagged even harder and I could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to come and lick my calves.  "You're such a silly doggie", I truthfully said, smiling at him.  Stephanie opened the door and Buddy raced toward my calves.  I giggled idiotically as he licked my calves, and then gave him a pat. " Wait, one sec, we're almost ready Brett just has to go find his homework", Stephanie informed me. ..... Ughh, the homework.  It was for AP psychology with Mr. Hoffmann.  Mr. Hoffmann was practically obsessed with giving all this stupid challneging homework.  I had worked on the 'Functional Fixedness, Fixations, and Stereotypes' worksheet for over an hour last night and still had not found/ figured out the answers to a good chunk of the questions.  I reeaally hoped Brett would have some of my missing answers.

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I know, not too exciting.  But in around the 4th chapter I will put some action in.  Once again please leave any comments, opinions, or ideas :)