The Bowl of Secrets ON HOLD

David

I woke up not so peacefully to the sound of my loud, annoying alarm clock.

"Ugh. Do I have to go to school?" I asked myself, even though it was useless.

"Well, maybe. It depends on your food choices of this morning. Ta-ta!"said an unknown voice, but when I looked up I saw no one by my door.

Whatever, I thought to myself. But still those words kept replaying inside my head like a broken record from the 70's. It depends on your food choices.

I finally got up, got dressed quickly, and then stomped downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. It was when I opened up the food pantry, I realized that this was the moment. This was the decision of my life...that would tell me if I was to go to school today or not.

My hand was shaking as I carefully reached for my leftover bowl of cereal from the other day. But, there were two bowls filled of cereal side by side. I had no idea which was which. They both looked exactly the same.

But soon I came to the conclusion that the one closest to the peanuts was the right one. I dragged myself the spoon area where I accidentally spilled my cup of milk all over my new collared shirt. Eh, I thought to myself. I didn't really like it when mother picked it out at the store anyway.

So, I unbuttoned it down the middle and slipped it off, carelessly dropping it into the dishwasher. Hey, I thought to myself again. I hate these jeans, too. So again, I unbuttoned and unzipped it down the middle, leaving just me and my kangaroo boxers. Haha! Get it? Kangaroos and boxers? Heh, heh...

Yeah, I really should not be working on my homework at night. I should be working on jokes! I try to tell all of my teachers that, but they just assign me extra worksheets.

Then I slid into my chair and started pouring the soggy cereal into my face hole. Milk was dripping all over me and my chair, but I didn't really care until my breakfast was coming back up.

I ran to the nearest bathroom in my house, which wasn't very near, so I ended up puking in the smelly hallway. It smelled even worse now than ever before because of my own yellow, chunky, flipped breakfast.

Then I heard a voice coming from behind. "David? Are you alright honey? What happened? What did you eat?"

It was my mother loaded with questions. I didn't answer all of them, but I summed it up in two words, "break....fast."

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