Its Chewsday Innit 소설 & 이야기

Just like every other day Cherry woke up late again. Once she noticed the time she became a living flash, taking a very speedy bath, partially washing half of her hair. Today was Wednesday and Cherry decide a green pea dress will do since it was still summer and her apartment barely get cold. Before leaving she gave dolly the last piece of her chicken from last night and lock the door quietly to avoid been disturbed by her pet.

I said, punching his shoulder, playfully. “I got you, no worries. I can show you how to get there, and then how to maintain it once you get where you want to be. How’s the diet, what have you eaten so far today,” he asked. I made a face. Welp! I said I was going to be honest. I tapped my fingers across my mouth. “A giant bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a chocolate glazed donut. Did I mention I own Cross Roads? Kinda impossible to resist sweets,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

It was wrapped in a green decorative paper and it said mint flavor. She opened the two and threw them into her mouth. It was like lemon gums but mint flavor and it didn’t finish as the lemon gums did. It was everlasting but not the sweetness. She felt it fade away slowly. “What is it?” Kale asked chewing it. “It’s called chewing gum,” Louisa answered. Kale was beginning to like Louisa. She might be the craziest looking one among them but she seemed pretty nice. “Back to where we were,” Tiana said throwing a blade towards Josh’s direction.

Chad the Neck Licker: Enjoy that ice cream. Me: Enjoy your work. Goodnight, Chad.

Comb . Ipad Cell phone . Wattpad . Sto- CHOCOLATES !!!! I jumped from the sofa and ran in the kitchen. "Whats the matter ?" Mom asked I opened up my cabinet of snacks expecting yummy gummy bears and Nutella. ... But all i got was my bag of chips . "WHERE IS MY NUTELLA! !???" "Hush ...calm down .." Dad said "No dad ..oh my god ..please dont tell me that good for nothing snacks stealer stole them "

"Sorry I can only hold one finger, your hands are so big." "Let's go to a place where there will be candy for you to eat." "Wow, let's go, let's go." Clause Chen happily smiled and hurriedly pulled the person away. He really likes to eat candy, but yesterday he made his brother angry, so he didn't dare to use it anymore. Big brother saw that every time he had a snack, he would scold him so he was not allowed to eat more than two candies and three bags of cake a day. He's gone today, so he'll be allowed to eat as much as he wants.

I can’t wait to hear it when it’s finished. “Will you be home for Thanksgiving?” Chase asks after taking a bite of his Kung Pao chicken. Nodding at him as I suck up a noodle from my Chow Mein. But I tell him I am home for two days as on Thanksgiving weekend I start my internship at the Boston office. “You’re kidding me right Jen?” Chase takes a sip of his water, “There’s no way you are starting your work internship on Thanksgiving weekend. Surely your professors made a mistake on the starter date. Please tell me you’re joking Jen please.”

My chest still feels tight, like the air in the room isn’t enough. It fades eventually. It always does. I swing my legs off the bed and cross the room, careful not to make noise even though I’m alone tonight. My backpack sits by the desk. I unzip the front pocket and dig around until my fingers close around a small crinkling wrapper. Peach candy. I unwrap it and toss the candy into my mouth. The sweetness hits my tongue immediately, sharp and artificial and familiar. I suck on it slowly, letting the flavour settle before biting down.

I asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing spectacularly. Zed appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, his usual black T-shirt tight against his chest. He gave me a cold glance that could freeze a flame. “Morning,” he said, voice low, clipped. “I need…roasted chips.” I tried to keep my voice casual, but the whine seeped through anyway. Zed’s brows shot up. “Roasted…chips?” “Yes! Roasted. You know, the crunchy ones, not the greasy fried ones. You’re going to get them for me. Now.” I pouted like my life depended on it.