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The weekend was actually quite fun. My mom is quite the joker! I laughed so hard at her jokes that my sides hurt so badly! Everything was going well, until this morning. “How do you like it? Well done? Or Sunny side up?” asked my mom, as she was flipping eggs in the air.
“Hmm, not sure, you decide,” I replied, munching on a piece of toast. “Ok, well done it is!” she exclaiming, sliding the eggs on a plate. Ding Dong went the door. “Darling, be a sweetheart and answer the door for me please?” asked my mom, as she was flipping bacon and pancakes at the same time. “Sure Mom,” I replied, walking to the door. I opened the door, and a bouquet of roses was in my face. “Phttt!” I said, brushing the roses away. “Roses my lady?” said a voice. “Thank-
I stopped. It was Jake. “What do you want Jake Moud? Roses? How romantic. But I am still not fazed in your apologies,” I stated, giving back the flowers. “Wait, listen to this,” he said, getting out a sheet of paper. “Ahem. Roses are red. Violets are blue. Would you be mine? Please say I do.” There was clapping behind me. “Oh, how wonderful! It’s romantic and sweet! Awww,” exclaimed my mom, running toward us. “Mom? Did you invite him here? And did you guys create a poem to make me fall in love with him or make me forgive him?” I asked, tapping my foot. My mom looked innocent. “Why, I have no idea what you are talking about. All I know is that, a cupid is up in the heavens, aiming his arrow for a little girl named Sky,” I scoffed. “Mom, puhlease, in case you haven’t noticed, I hate Jake now. We are not best friends, and he’s a horrible friend if you ask me.” I explained. “Sweetie- started my mom
I stopped her. “Don’t sweetie me. I thought we were going to be a family again. But you had to drag in that guy. Thanks a lot Mom.” I said, getting my backpack. I walked through the door, ignoring Jake. “You’ll regret this Sky, I’ll make sure of it.” Jake whispered as I walked past by him, throwing down the roses on my doorstep with an evil glare. I looked as if I didn’t care, but inside I was wondering what he was talking about.