:::::Once I payed for my fries I set them on our table.
My mom took me out to eat at the old diner. She had the day off from work, which was very unusual.
I told her that if she gave me some money, I would go get her a drink, but only if she looked after my food so none of the ghosts that work there would throw them out. So she gave me two ones and I walked over to the counter to order.
"One medium cola," I said.
The ghost woman at the dirty old counter looked at me. Her face lit up as she reconized me. "Why, hello, young Marshall! How's your mother?"
"She's fine. This drink is for her." I explained.
Her face was puzzled.
"Rare day off,"
"Oh! Well, son, here you go. See ya later."
"Bye, and thanks." I handed her the money, grabbed the soda, and walked away.
When I turned around, I dropped the soda. I heard it spill all over the ground, and ice fly everywhere. What I saw was a horrible sight.
Mom was EATING my fries.
MY fries!
She looked up, and tried to say somthing, but her mouth was so full it was muffled.
I sniffed. "Mommy, why?" And I flew away quickly.:::::
-A very short story of what I think would of happened.
-This story will not be continued.
-Not the best, not much detail, just basics.
-If you comment, please give good reviews (like 'nice story' or 'good job, Hambo'.). No stupid "detail" and "grammar" advice. It just annoys me so much.
-I know already, a quick side story like this will not have many reviews and will not have many "hits". It's just for the sake of a little two-minute read if there's no other updates on the FF stories you guys read.
From finnthealgebraic.
Note: you guys can just call me Hambo. Short name, and in respect of little Marcy's only friend who recovered from eye surgery.
LONG LIVE HAMBO. :)