Growing up in the town of Point Place, Wisconsin in the 70's isn't all that bad. Sarah is the youngest of the Forman family. She has never been one who would voluntarily go outside of her room. It is her sanctuary of art and music. She eventually op...
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Whenever the group can't decide where to go on a Saturday night, we tend to end up playing basketball. Donna threw the ball to Kelso, who attempted to make a shot but missed by five feet and headed straight to Eric.
"Damn!" Kelso screamed.
"Kelso misses another one. I believe that's H-O-R" Hyde said, smiling at Kelso.
"Ah! You are a whore." Fez smirked and pointed his finger.
"No, the game is Horse." Kelso explained.
"Oh." Fez grinned and walked to the backyard.
"Okay. You know what, Michael? I'm gonna go home. I'm gonna do my homework." Jackie announced.
"You do your homework on a Saturday night?" Eric teased.
"So? I do that too." I chimed in.
"Look, I mean, look at me. I've got a 1,000-word term paper due Monday but you don't see me sweating. I've got a whole crappy Sunday to do it." Eric explained.
"Jackie, don't go home. I mean, Steve Martin's hosting Saturday Night." Kelso pleaded.
"I hate that show, okay? They have commercials that you think are real but they're not real. And then you wanna buy the stuff." Jackie spat. Kelso rubbed his temple. "Okay. See you, Michael." Jackie smiled.
Once Jackie walked away the group gave a meaningless goodbye. "Shut up!" Jackie yelled.
"Kelso, Jackie does her homework on Saturday night. That's so hip." Hyde joked.
"You guys don't have to worry about Jackie anymore 'cause I'm breaking up with her." Kelso claimed once again. We all groaned.
"We are so tired of hearing you say that." Eric complained.
"No. I am. I'm breaking up with her." Kelso argued.
"Yeah, when?" Hyde questioned, folding his arms.
"I'm picking my moment." Kelso declared.
"Hey, where's Fez?" Eric observed.
I looked to the backyard to see that Fez had the basketball in his hands and threw it. Once it swooshed in the basket everyone jumped as they weren't prepared.
"Make that shot, whore." Fez exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.
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Sunday morning was going as usual. Breakfast has been set up, the smell of bacon in the air, pulp-free orange juice and Mom dancing to the music playing. Assuming she was mostly dancing to the fact that it wasn't our weekend to take Grandma Forman to Church.
"Well now, aren't the waffles extra delicious this wonderful morning?" Mom cheered as she poured more orange juice into Eric's cup.
"Did you quit smoking again?" Eric asked as he shot me a confused look.
