When she got to the store, Christine bought her avocado. On her walk home, her shoes became untied again. She screamed a scream of anger, threw her shoes to the sidewalk, and walked away. Like a boss.
But man was that avocado ripe.
Amber awoke this morning around six, earlier than normal. She knew exactly what to wear, something abnormal as well. The bathroom welcomed her entrance...she proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. A few minutes later Amber returned to her room, grabbed and began ironing one leg of her pants. Her brother appeared in the hallway and they conversed. Amber asked her brother, “You’re not going to school?” He replied, “We don’t have school…that’s what mom said.” “Be quiet”, was Amber’s response as she approached her bedroom window, which was hidden by a long purple drape. She was shocked to see the ground barely coated with snow. Seconds later, the School District of Philadelphia’s website was on the screen of her cell phone. Amber thought, “This is so stupid…but I ain’t mad.”