POV: Lilly ( New York, America)
I opened my eyes and seen the old pizza box, that I had forgotten about like a week ago. I smile. So lazy. I faked a groan out loud.
"Mom! I'm dying I need food!" I yelled, pulling a T-shirt on and opened my closet door, looking for pants.
"You better love me!!!" She yelled and added," I made your favorite!"
I dramatically gasped and ran downstairs, with nothing on, but an old tee and panties. I jumped onto my seat and my mom laughed, carrying a big bowl of Lucky Charms. I grinned, like a little kid. I like my Lucky Charms.
"They're magically delicious!" I yelled, as my mom laughed at my Irish accent.
"You can tell, you're American. Haven't been out of Ireland a second and they turned you." My mom said, laughing.
"Its not my fault I'm attracted to the Irish accent. Oh God! It's so sexy!" I grinned from ear to ear.
"Yep. You're definitely American." She says in a heartbeat.
"No. My heart lies with the Irish." I grab my heart, dramatically.
"Sure. You are, Braveheart." My mom said and I gasped.
"What?" She asks, suddenly serious.
"That's Scottish, not Irish. How dare you insult me!" I asked, She shook her head and walked off.
That woman had the mind of a donut. I snickered inside my head.
YOU ARE READING
The Plaid Love
Short StoryWhy is it hard to find 'the one'? Once you do, your life is completely changed. What are the chances of ever seeing them again? No one knows and that's the hard part.
