"Breakfast!" By the time Kai had gotten to the bottom of the stairs,
everyone had woken up. He groaned and walked into the kitchen. Y.T. sat at
the table stirring around a colorless bowl of slop.
"I think it's mom's 'oatmeal' again." She muttered to Kai as he sat down.
"Now, now. You need to get a good breakfast if you are to do well in school today." Kai and Y.T. stared at their mother. Kai heard the screeching of the bus' tires right outside their house.
"Better get Mov- huh?" By the time Kai's mom tuned around, she was the only one in the room.
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* *
Kai walked to the back of the bus. Kai and his friend, Mike, were the only ones who sat back there. Mike handed him a small box of real cereal.
"Thanks," Kai said, "it was Mom's famous oatmeal look-a-like. Saved by the bus."
* * *
* *
"*yawn*,*snore*" were the only sounds coming from Kai's mouth as the teacher passed out the quiz in calculus. Mike poked Kai before the teacher saw him. Kai's head lifted. As always, Kai had not studied. He had spent the time playing games at Mike's house and sleeping. At the end of class, the teacher handed back the quiz. As always, Kai had guessed at all of the answers, and, as always, gotten them all right. The teacher called Kai's name.
"Kai," he said in his lazy monotone, "would you mind coming up and showing the class how you solved problem 38 please." Kai felt strange as he stood up. He usually didn't feel sick, but this time, he felt as though he had done something terribly wrong.
"I think it's mom's 'oatmeal' again." She muttered to Kai as he sat down.
"Now, now. You need to get a good breakfast if you are to do well in school today." Kai and Y.T. stared at their mother. Kai heard the screeching of the bus' tires right outside their house.
"Better get Mov- huh?" By the time Kai's mom tuned around, she was the only one in the room.
* * *
* *
Kai walked to the back of the bus. Kai and his friend, Mike, were the only ones who sat back there. Mike handed him a small box of real cereal.
"Thanks," Kai said, "it was Mom's famous oatmeal look-a-like. Saved by the bus."
* * *
* *
"*yawn*,*snore*" were the only sounds coming from Kai's mouth as the teacher passed out the quiz in calculus. Mike poked Kai before the teacher saw him. Kai's head lifted. As always, Kai had not studied. He had spent the time playing games at Mike's house and sleeping. At the end of class, the teacher handed back the quiz. As always, Kai had guessed at all of the answers, and, as always, gotten them all right. The teacher called Kai's name.
"Kai," he said in his lazy monotone, "would you mind coming up and showing the class how you solved problem 38 please." Kai felt strange as he stood up. He usually didn't feel sick, but this time, he felt as though he had done something terribly wrong.