Why Does Miss Circle Like Oreos Novels & Stories

I looked at the plate filled with omelets, bacon, and pancakes. I started eating and heard the girl say something about fatty food. When I looked up at her, she made a disgusting face. Just to get on her nerves, I took one big bite of the omelet and moaned. "Oh, mmm, this is delicious," I said with a mouth full of food. "That is so disgusting!" Little Miss Model said, shivering. "Aww, will you look at that, you're eating the rabbit's food!" One of the guys spit their orange juice out while the others held their laughter.

I say happily. There's hot chocolate, oreos, sandwiches and other junk food. Grabbing the oreos I rip open the packet before pausing "this isn't the only pack right?" I ask, worried. He laughs "no" he says like I'm stupid. I grin "would you like one?" He grins "offering me one of my own oreos, how generous of you" he teases. I laugh "Don't think too much of it" I whisper before tucking in with Angel in tow.

Mary left for school on Monday morning, but here she was, on a Tuesday afternoon, smiling at me as if she had done something great. “I figured you would be super bored at home, with mom back at work—after claiming she needed a break—Dad busy with his work and my little siblings at school. I couldn't help but return as fast as I could to keep you company.” She winked, reaching over to snatch the packet of Oreos from me. “So, did you miss me?” She popped one into her mouth, grinning when I glared at her. “What? I love Oreos. They are my favourite cookies. Don't give me that look, baby girl.” She placed a kiss on my left cheek. “You know I love you, don't you?”

"I promise." I laugh, a small desperate chuckle. "Then you need a lot of Oreos." Oreos are god's gift to America. Cheap, but full of delicious flavor. There are even special holiday editions. An Oreo can fix a bad day whether relished in front of the TV or shoved in your mouth in the kitchen during the few seconds your child isn't looking. Oreos can make any problem better...except this one. ...

Tyler asks, peeking his head out of his room. “Snack time,” I state. “Come sit with me.” Spying the Oreos right away, he happily hops into the chair next to mine and wastes no time dunking his first black cookie into the white milk. He drips all the way to his mouth, causing me to smile. I remember eating Oreos on the kitchen island, as Mom baked when I was young. I’m glad I can enjoy the tradition with my son now. “I need to talk to you about something,” I inform him, sipping from my milk but waiting to eat a cookie until I’m done speaking. “It’s about Miss Sky.”

Eloise I could barely keep my hands still as I waited in line at Maison Luna, the little French patisserie I always stopped at when life felt too heavy. The scent of fresh croissants and butter-drenched pastries curled around me, comforting in a way nothing else could. I ordered a lemon lavender tart and an oat milk latte, my chest tight as the barista scribbled my name on the cup. I shouldn’t be eating sweets right now. I needed to stay clear-headed for my meeting with Mike. But everything felt foggy, and the sour brightness of lemon felt like the only thing sharp enough to cut through it.

Another bouquet of flowers. And like before, there is no mention of who it is from. I only saw a note. 'Circle is my favorite shape cuz it represents my comfort food which is the banana.' I raised my eyebrows when I read the note. Trip strength whoever left it in front of my capsule. I went in again to put the flower inside. I also went to the cafeteria to buy a cake. I'm approaching the counter with an attentive familiar back. And when the man looked back I stopped walking. Our eyes met for a moment before he turned his attention back to the other person.

==Matteo== I poured myself a glass of orange juice, before munching a piece of Oreos cookie. I set a bowl on the table, threw in an entire bag of the chocolate snack and slapped in some milk. I'd never thought I'd do this: deal in junk. But life had a way of shaking you up. Of shaping you to be something you never were. Since untold hardship lurked around, I had to indulge myswlf. It was likely I'd never get the chance to do taking a bite from a cookie of ores. I then so again.

She was sitting on her dais, surrounded by her followers, laughing too loudly and waving her wine glass in the air and soaking up all the praise like a fucking sponge. I shook my head and looked back down at my plate. Whatever Mrs. Oakes had planned for me in this tournament, I hoped it wouldn’t wind up with me in a full-body cast tomorrow. Or worse, dead. “I can’t believe she did all this in one afternoon,” Mia muttered, dragging a bread roll apart with her fingers and handing me half. “Money helps,” Zane said. He’d already piled his plate high and was working through it at an impressive speed. “So does having the entire school staff suddenly very eager to do whatever you want.”

Oreos, Twinkies, chips, candy, the fucking mother-load. “Oh thank God,” she said. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed the Oreos, stuffed a whole cookie in her mouth. Leo laughed and gave his approval. “Something tells me you and I are going to be friends Amberleigh. I hope you like pizza and garlic knots…”