Camping

Sharon

"Sharooon~!" Cody called. He was in the other room with our cat Scarlet. I had to get ready for work and get Cody ready for school. He's 13 and he still can't feed himself in the morning. As long as he's happily healthy I guess.

"Yo, Cody boy." I mocked as I hit the back of his head. He yelped and glared at me. "Where's my favorite shirt?" He asked, I really didn't know where it was... "No... Where you put it?" I chuckled. He was not amused. Cody got all grumpy and scooted downstairs. "Child, put your clothes on! Is not having your favorite shirt really gonna kill ya?" "Ughhhhh" He groaned as he flopped onto the last stair. "That's not very safe Cody." "Bleuh. Fight me." Oh dear, there goes that famous teenager quote. Why do they think that's 'cool'? It really isn't.

Cody decided he wanted cereal. Why he asked me to make it when it was the simplest food to make, I don't know. "Make your own cereal, are you a board or something?" "Bleugh-- I might be." He said as he flopped his head onto the counter. "Aish! Watch your head!" I yelled. He almost hit the milk jug and spilled it all over the place. "Sorry." He said in a monotone voice.

I droved him to school in my Ford Truck. She was getting pretty old, but she still worked and that was all I needed. Cody thought we looked cool in the truck so he never takes the bus. Whatever, I go this way for work. Oh I probably haven't mentioned yet, but I work at a nearby cafe. I don't get much of a pay to brag about, but it's enough to feed my two babies.