"AHHHHHHHH!"
My eyes flew open. I ran to Sarah's room.
Empty.
I sniffed. Burnt Pancakes. Sarah's trying to cook again.
I thought, grinning as I grabbed my sweater. It was cold without the blankets.
I ran downstairs. And she failing again...
I walked to the kitchen, barefoot. The carpet felt good under my feet.
Sure enough, there stood Sarah, white powder on her face, yellow, blue, red, and some snot-looking stuff staining her white apron. The counter was a mess. On the stove was a pan with a round brownish black thing in it. "Sarah are you okay?" I said, alarmed. "Yeah, I guess..." she replied, blushing. The thing with Sarah is, she's really quiet. So if she screams, something bad is happening. "What happened?" I asked, turning off the stove and dumping the smoking pan in the sink. "I burned my hand a little... Did my scream wake you up?" I nodded. "Sorry...I was trying to make blueberry pancakes..."Her voice trailed off, as tears rolled down her cheek. "Cause it's your favorite," She sniffed. "Awww," I said. "That's okay." I smiled. She remembered. I love blueberry pancakes. I love blueberries. But the thing with Sarah Jasmine Harper is, she can't cook. She just can't. Last time she tried, She burned herself, and let's just say.... it didn't taste that good. Okay fine. It was horrible. My friends barfed on my carpet. Like, all my friends. Even Kelly White, who can eat and digest just about anything. Since then, Sarah's been afraid to try, so if she cooks for you, she loves you. A lot. "Thanks for trying, Sarah." I smiled as she took off the egg and berry-stained apron. "Thanks for not hating me after making this mess." She smiled. "Jas, you're my best friend! I can't get mad at you. Ever. Now go wash up and I'll finish cooking pancakes. "Okay," She said, sniffing as she walked to the bathroom. 5 minutes later she came out looking fresh and new. I smiled. We we're wearing our matching sweaters without realizing it. "Hey Jas?" I said. "Yeah?" She replied. "Can you make some coffee in the magic mugs?" I said. "Sure!" she said, grabbing two matching pink mugs.
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*30 minutes later*
"Pancakes are ready!" I called from the kitchen.
"Coffee has been ready for 20 minutes!" she called back.
I giggled as I brought two stacks of pancakes into the living room.
We have a dining area, but we only use it when there are guests. Usually we eat in the living room, in front of the tv. "Yum!" she said. "Wayyy better than mine," she added. I laughed. She handed me a magic mug. I smiled as I sat down on the couch and took the mug. "You make the best coffee. Right next to Starbucks." I teased. She playfully punched me on the arm. "Ow," I said, faking a tumble off the sofa. "You're mean," she fake sobbed. "You're mean!" I said sniffing and pretending to wipe tears away from my cheeks. I got up and sat down on the couch, picking up the TV remote that had somehow ended up on the floor. I turned the TV on. Phineas & Ferb. No problem. I love that show. Call me childish, but isn't it cool how they build so much cool stuff all by themselves? Unfortunately, I only managed to catch the part where they say, "Oh, there's Perry!" and then credits. I turned the TV off, sighing. I dumped the plates in the sink. I'll wash them later, I thought. "Hey, you should change." Sarah said when I walked back to the living room.. "Why?" I asked. "Cause we're going shopping!" she screamed in my ear. Oh yeah, Sarah gets loud when she's excited, too. "Okay!" I screamed back. I also get loud when I get excited . Who doesn't? Especially about shopping! I ran to my room and opened the closet. "Hey Jas, what are the colours for the day?" I yelled. "Um, lemme see.." She replied. I waited a few seconds. "Blue, Purple, Black, White, and Pink." She yelled. "Thanks!" I screamed. I could hear her laugh. I looked through my closet... ""Oh, and wear something extra pretty!!" she added. hmmm....
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