After dinner was over I helped wash the dishes and then I went upstairs to my room to get a shower. Once I got into bed. I couldn't help myself, I keep play the kiss that Wade gave me today in my mind. I started to drift off to sleep. The next day I woken up. I went down stair to the living room to watch a little bit of TV cause, I had nothing else to do for the day and since the next day I started school. On tv there was nothing to watch all except sopes. Then I heard mom come down stairs. she said ,"do you wan't something to eat .'' "uh sure ,'' I said. Do you want me to cook or do you want to go to get something ? I said,"it doesn't matter." Ok let go get something, go get dress. I went to my room upstairs. To get dress to go with mom some where to get some food.
We went to MD's. I got a pancake breakfast. I guess mom was trying to start a conversation. She has been trying to get to know me more I guess , she should already know her on daughter I guess not. After we got done we went back to the house. And next door Waide was doing what he always doing in the morning cutting the grass with his shirt off you could see his six-pack. When I got out of the car I went over to the wooden fence. He stopped cutting the grass and came over to talk to me . I said, "what up." "Nothing much," he said. And then he said," do want to maybe come over later." "I don't know," I said . Ok well I got to get back to cutting the grass. Alright I guess I'll talk to you later Waide." Bye," waide said. " Bye I said.
Then I ran in side the house then I went upstairs to my room. On my bed was a box . I looked at the box for a minute . Then I went over to the box to see what was on it . Their was a card on it . It was from my Dad on it said ," Hey I am slowly getting my head back together I hope your having fun at your Mom's I thought you might like this. I been working here lately . I finally got a job a good paying job. I got you a little something , as I open the box I saw a scrapbook and a camera. On the camera was a little note I thought you might like it because, I remember how you used to like taking picture with that old camera of mine.
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My Werewolf Love .
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