Chapter 1
I knew this time would come. The time when there's only one french fry left. 25 minutes ago, sitting next to me where a bowl of crispy, golden fries. Warm, juicy fries. Now I see before my very eyes, one cold fry that looks like it's been sitting there for 25 minutes.
Because it has.
I inspected the fry, wondering if I should eat it and buy more, or save it. Rescue it. (Get it because rescue is a synonym for save?)
"I'm sorry", I whispered to the sliced potato.
Then it was inches away from my mouth. I was slowly about to take a bite.
"WAIT!" yelled a voice.
TO BE CONTINUED...
