A/N: Yay! It's 1:00 AM on Thanksgiving morning, and I am so wired. We have
a bunch of family up for the holiday, so this whole night has been hyper,
and now everyone is settling down, so I felt like updating! Yay! Happy
Turkey Day!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except the large turkey sitting in my fridge. Well, I guess my parents own it seeing as how they bought it. So I take it back. I own nothing.
Just Another Day
Chapter 5:
Ephram shivered as he opened the door to the grocery store. He pulled his denim jacket tighter around his thin frame. He made a mental note to get a more substantial coat before the next big snowstorm. He headed down the nearest aisle, making his way to the dairy section. He had to laugh when he saw none other than a confused looking Bright Abbot contemplating what kind of feminine hygiene products to get.
"I'd go with ultra-thin, no wings." Ephram remarked. "Unless you're having a particularly heavy day. Maybe you'd be better off with super-absorbent."
"Very funny Brown." Retorted Bright. "You should go on the road with that. And by on the road, I mean far away."
"Wow!" exclaimed Ephram. "He does the shopping, and comes up with witty comebacks! I suppose you'd call that multitasking."
"Amy usually does the grocery shopping." He replied, defensively. "She got busy with other things today."
"Oh." Said Ephram.
"So what are you doing here?" asked Bright. "They make you do chores even on your birthday?"
"My father forgot a few things." Replied Ephram. "And how did you know it was my birthday?"
"Oh, that little girl told me." Answered Bright. "Delilah."
"Delia." Corrected Ephram.
"Right. Whatever." Bright responded. "Anyway, she said if I saw you, I should tell you Happy Birthday. Seeing as how I don't speak loser though, why don't we just pretend I did for the kids sake."
"Whatever." Replied Ephram. "I gotta go."
"See ya Brown." Commented Bright, going back to his shopping.
"By the way." Called Ephram behind him. "The Midol is in Aisle 4. You might want to get some for yourself."
"Funny Brown."
Ephram continued to the back of the store. He grabbed a gallon of milk and proceeded to the register to pay for it. After grabbing his change, he hopped back on his bike and headed home. The December air was frigid as it whipped around him. There was supposed to be a big storm this weekend. Ephram was not looking forward to it. As far as he was concerned, snow was good for the occasional day off from school, but nothing more. Mostly, it just made a mess of things.
Ephram pedaled down his street and into his driveway. He noticed a few extra cars in Nina's driveway. He wondered whom they belonged to. Ephram wheeled his bike and entered the house through the back door.
All of the sudden, a loud uproar began, and a crowd of people shouted: "SURPRISE!!!"
TBC!!!!!!!!
Review!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except the large turkey sitting in my fridge. Well, I guess my parents own it seeing as how they bought it. So I take it back. I own nothing.
Just Another Day
Chapter 5:
Ephram shivered as he opened the door to the grocery store. He pulled his denim jacket tighter around his thin frame. He made a mental note to get a more substantial coat before the next big snowstorm. He headed down the nearest aisle, making his way to the dairy section. He had to laugh when he saw none other than a confused looking Bright Abbot contemplating what kind of feminine hygiene products to get.
"I'd go with ultra-thin, no wings." Ephram remarked. "Unless you're having a particularly heavy day. Maybe you'd be better off with super-absorbent."
"Very funny Brown." Retorted Bright. "You should go on the road with that. And by on the road, I mean far away."
"Wow!" exclaimed Ephram. "He does the shopping, and comes up with witty comebacks! I suppose you'd call that multitasking."
"Amy usually does the grocery shopping." He replied, defensively. "She got busy with other things today."
"Oh." Said Ephram.
"So what are you doing here?" asked Bright. "They make you do chores even on your birthday?"
"My father forgot a few things." Replied Ephram. "And how did you know it was my birthday?"
"Oh, that little girl told me." Answered Bright. "Delilah."
"Delia." Corrected Ephram.
"Right. Whatever." Bright responded. "Anyway, she said if I saw you, I should tell you Happy Birthday. Seeing as how I don't speak loser though, why don't we just pretend I did for the kids sake."
"Whatever." Replied Ephram. "I gotta go."
"See ya Brown." Commented Bright, going back to his shopping.
"By the way." Called Ephram behind him. "The Midol is in Aisle 4. You might want to get some for yourself."
"Funny Brown."
Ephram continued to the back of the store. He grabbed a gallon of milk and proceeded to the register to pay for it. After grabbing his change, he hopped back on his bike and headed home. The December air was frigid as it whipped around him. There was supposed to be a big storm this weekend. Ephram was not looking forward to it. As far as he was concerned, snow was good for the occasional day off from school, but nothing more. Mostly, it just made a mess of things.
Ephram pedaled down his street and into his driveway. He noticed a few extra cars in Nina's driveway. He wondered whom they belonged to. Ephram wheeled his bike and entered the house through the back door.
All of the sudden, a loud uproar began, and a crowd of people shouted: "SURPRISE!!!"
TBC!!!!!!!!
Review!!!!