My favorite thing to have for breakfast is a muffin.
Muffins are ideal, really – small, compact, easy to sneak into class, and delicious. Chocolate is my favorite; I enjoy eating chocolate muffins for breakfast everyday. On one ordinary day, I sit with my friend Ainsley, eating and talking as usual, and Ainsley asks me a question.
"Lily why do you hate James Potter?"
"I thought that the answer to that would have been obvious already," I answer coolly, sipping some orange juice.
"I know you think he's a jerk, which he is sometimes, but right now he's perfectly innocent," she says. "Maybe you should give him a chance."
I turn to look at James; he takes a grape from the dish in front of him, throws it up high in the air, and catches it in his mouth to much applause. He sees Ainsley and me watching, and winks at us. I stick my tongue out childishly at him and look back to my friend.
"Nope; not giving him a chance just yet," is all I tell her as I take another bite of my beloved muffin.