Do you believe in love at first sight or fairy tale, where two people meet, then they fall in love, and lived happily ever after in a beautiful, perfect kingdom?
Well, Anna Parker doesn't. She believes that love at first sight is absurd. She was i...
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It's been a few days since my encounter with Blake, and I also haven't seen Michelle— more like I haven't tried to find her.
Today was Saturday, and I have decided to talk to her today.
I sighed to myself as I got out of my bed, and went to roll the cream colored curtains.
As I rolled the curtains, I looked out to the window and saw a room next door still closed.
Perhaps he's still sleeping, I thought to myself.
It's currently 8:04, and almost everyone in the house was still sleeping.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then I went down to see James in the kitchen, I think searching for food in the cabinets.
After I took milk from the fridge, I sat down on the island counter.
"Hey, what are you up to in the early morning?" I asked him as I ate my cereal.
"Morning to you too," he said, not looking at me. "I'm searching for food to eat, duh. What else would I be doing over here, searching for Narnia?"
I blinked at his response, and shrugged.
"I'm hungry and I don't want to eat cereals. I'm bored of them," he said once again, still not looking at me.
"Why don't you make bread or something?" I suggested.
"I want sausage," he replied, looking at me straight in the eyes.
"Which one? The one you can directly eat, or the one you fry?" I asked him. If he's searching for the frozen sausages there-
"Fried sausages," he said nonchalantly.
Suddenly, I laughed at his response. "You think Mom would put those sausages in the cabinet?"
Looking confused, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my God, James. I thought you were better than this," I said, my laughter dying down a bit. "For a person who loves food, you sure don't think like one."
He glared at me in annoyance. "So where is it?"
I pursed my lips before answering him. "I'm not sure if we really have sausages, but check in the fridge, the freezer section."
Upon hearing my response, he gave me a grin. "Thank you Anna!"
I rolled my eyes playfully at him. This boy has weird mood swings.
He quickly took out a frying pan, a spatula and a pack of sausages from the freezer.
