I sat in the kitchen, my stomach growling from hunger. My mom was out getting pizza for me. She didn't really have a choice, I had nagged her so much. I paced the kitchen floor impatiently.
"Please," I muttered to no one in particular. "Hurry up. I'm starving."
What was taking her so long? Traffic? Long wait? Don't people understand that a female tween has to eat?
Finally, fifteen hungry minutes later, I heard the door open to my right. Mom walked in ladled with heavy bags and clearly exhausted. But that wasn't important now. What was important was the cardboard box she was carrying. My pizza.
"I'm sorry, it isn't what you wanted. They didn't have cheese, sausage, pineapple or salad pizza."
I sighed. Of course they didn't have those. Who would ever sell plain cheese pizza?
"So I got this one instead. I forgot what kind it is. I just remember it starts with a B." my mom said.
"Bacon, baked, barbecue, banana!" I guessed wildly.
"I don't think so sweetie," my mom "Well, I have to go get some errands done. Enjoy!"
"Butter, bread, banana?" I guessed again.
"No," my mom sighed as she walked away.
"Hm... maybe it's... banana!" I yelled after my mom as she walked out the door.
"It's not banana!" she yelled back before closing the door. It slammed shut louder than it normally does.
"You're bananas," my brother teased me from his chair in the kitchen.
I sat down at the breakfast bar, opened the box and took a big bite out of the pizza. My eyes widen and I run to the trash can.
"Yup," I thought as I spit it out into the garbage can. "Definitely banana pizza. Not broccoli pizza."
Ugh.
Authors Note: Okay, I know this is not very good. For example, the guesses she makes. Banana? Anyways, please give me feedback!
