I walk down the dimly lit streets. My father owns a cafe, and i run the dessert department. It had been a busy day; and i ran out of milk halfway through. Tonight, dad left me the keys and i left for the store. I payed for some jugs of milk, and put em' in the fridge. I locked up shop, and headed home.
I open the heavy door, and go upstairs to my room. On my bedside table is a lettuce -cheese -tomato-whole wheat bread sandwitch, with a note. It said:
"Hey. Sorry i made you run out to the store, but i needed to get home to pick up Dylan. We had leftover pizza, but you didnt like the kind we had so i made you this.
Goodnight, i love you so much. -Dad"
"Goodnight" I whisper.
I lay on the science-themed bed, and watch some TV while eating my dinner. I turn off the TV, and following, the lamp. A crack of light comes through the door, and someone takes my plate.
"Goodnight."
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LoveSong Avenue
General FictionMike just moved to Georgia, and already on the first day of fifth grade, six girls are hooked on him. The story tells of Mikes life at his dads Cafe, Lilis life with her cousins, and 5 other girls. This heart-warming story is sure to lift your spiri...
