chapter 8
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"Well it's as good as it's going to get." I state to myself looking in the mirror. Got my hair dirty blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. The dark circles under my eyes, are clear as day. I tried putting on some concealer, I'm just not getting it. It's too much or not enough. I just gave up. Not like anyone will talk or notice anyways.
Trying to sleep the night away was impossible. I kept thinking about all the events that happen. Yet Eric just kept creeping back into my thoughts. Like seriously he's hot! Whoever gets a chance to be his mate will be so lucky.
I'm going down the stairs thinking of everything that happened yesterday. Then a smell hits me. Cinnamon, flour, vanilla, bacon?
"Finally your awake! I'm making all your favorites!" my Aunt Syl was flipping bacon on the store I looked over at the dining table and noticed where that delicious smell was coming from.
"Apple Cinnamon Pancakes!" I squealed and ran over to take my share and dive on in. It's like heaven on your tongue. "These are amazing!"
My Aunt comes over to me with plate of bacon. "Don't forget dessert birthday girl"
I choked a bit on the bite I was savoring in my mouth when she said that. "You forgot it was your day didn't you?" she rephrase to a question.
She starts to giggle. "Maybe. There been a lot going on at school I haven't paid attention." i replied. pfft school just life! "Thankyou! No wonder you made this" I gestured to the food with my hands.
"No need to thank. just always amazed you can't remember your birthday. You should think of yourself more. You never forget mine." She's pointing to herself with a big smile.
"What's the fun in getting worked up about a day? But this is always the best part." I'm holding the bacon up.
she giggles again and turns back towards the kitchen to start cleaning up. "You never ask for anything. Those pancakes, I know you can never say no too."
"So it's doesn't make me a bad person. call me a simpleton if you must." I give her a big smile. I take my dishes to the sink. Give her a hug. "I'll see you later. I got to get to school."
"Happy Birthday Sweetpea. Your parents would be so proud of you. have a great day see you later." She's loving and thoughtful. How could I not be when this woman has raised me all my life pretty much.
I grab my bag head out the door for school. Now to get this day over with.
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