I get home from school at 3:49.
My first day, and I have piles of homework.
I sigh.
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Four hours later, I finally finished all my homework.
My bedroom door opened and Joseph poked his head through.
"Dinner time" he said.
I sit up from desk and make my way down stairs.
"We're having steak." He tells me.
I instantly turn around and head back to my room.
I don't eat steak.
Because steak was my moms favorite food.
And now she can't have steak.
So I won't have steak.
"Molly please." Joseph says grabbing my shoulder.
I shake my head no, and slip back inside my room, quietly shutting the door.
YOU ARE READING
49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
