I woke up one day at around eight. Victoria, Carter, Tim, and Rosey were all sitting around the table with Gary. We had moved into a nice house that was big and sort of cabinish. It was Monday, and the second week of school.
"Mom, guess what!" Victoria said.
"What?"
"I brought the egg to school for good luck on a math test and guess what my grade was!"
"What?"
"An A+!"
"Really? I'm so proud of you, honey!"
"Can I take the egg to school today?" Carter begged.
"If it's okay with Tori!"
"Sure, go ahead and take Spencer," she said.
"Who's Spencer?" Gary asked.
"Oh, Tori's egg," I said.
"Speaking of eggs, I put a big, blue one in a pan for breakfast! It smells so good!"
"What?!" All five of us; me, Rosey, Carter, Tim, and Victoria stared at him wide-eyed.
"What?" he said, confused.
"SPENCER?!" Victoria screamed.
"I'm sorry..." Gary began, but before he could finish, Tori creamed him with a pillow.
"TORI!" I yelled. "BE KIND TO GARY!"
"YOU!" Wham! "KILLED!" Wham! "SPENCER!!!!" And with that, Gary fell down right into his chair. One of the legs broke and it fell on the ground.
"Owww..." he moaned while he rubbed his behind and leg.
"Gary!" I shouted while I ran over to him.
"I think I broke something..." he said.
"Oh, no!" I said.
"My butt hurts sooo bad!"
"Maybe you broke your tailbone..." I said, frantically trying to pick him up. But when I got him on his two legs and got him to try to walk, he fell back down after one hobble. His knee was dark purple.
"We need to get you to medical help," I said.
"I'll call 199, Mom!" said Carter.
I sighed, "It's 911 and no, we can drive him there ourselves."
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To Steal An Egg
FantasyOkay, so I found this story that I wrote when I was ten and it's actually okay so we're just gonna put it here and hope some people read it. So yeah, don't mind spelling/grammar errors 'cause there will be some... Mary is a full-time mother with...
