Kiley and I sat at the table while we listened to the sound of the pancake sizzling on the skillet.
Would you like blueberries on your pancakes Kiley? said my mom. yes please she answered. she didn't even bother to ask if I wanted blueberries on mine. but I didn't care i didn't like blueberries.any way she handed us our pancakes and poured syrup on them.when I took a bite out of them it felt like sparks flying in my mouth. How are they I asked Kiley. She gave me to thumps up!! my mom poured both of us a glass of orange juice.
I like the feeling of a glass of milk go down my throat after my pancakes but orange juice is fine.
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the great friends
Teen FictionThis story is about me and one if my so called friend that get into a couple of amazing story's.we both are18 and are a couple of rascals