Chapter 9 {Vists}
Bob woke up it was early saturday morining, he decided, he'd call Sandy to see if they wanted to hang out or something, He like Sandy a lot, ever since she moved here from Texas. Which Bob often made fun of Sandy about her little texan quirks, like 'ya'll' and other stuff of how texas is a lesser state and all.
Bob was just beging to be happy with in his life, Sandy was becoming more and more his best friend, next to Patrick, whose life was just all... wow, He didn't know where life was taking him but he was going to enjoy the ride, and have a little faith in life. Bob did a morining rituals, He showered shaved, and the what not. He got the phone and called up Sandy.
"Is Sandy there?" Bob asked in hopes she was
"this is her, hey?"
"Hey it's me Bob, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something, sometimes..."
"Yeah sounds good, but Jake and I are going to a concert so maybe another night, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Bob said, they said their goodbyes, and hung up, Bob decided to go to Arcade, and go and play some games there, or he could call up Patrick, but he had plan on spending the day with Sandy, who was busy and hanging ouy with another guy, but that is okay, cause Sandy seemed to like him.
Bob headed down the stairs when he heard, his mom call him. He walked into the kitchen, and wondered what was going on. "Uhh?" Bob Said kind of questioning what was going on? "Well?" He asked, and his mother was making some food of some sort. "Well Bob, with the baby coming, my mother is coming down, your Dad is out on a business trip, and he'll be back tonight, and I'm glad about that, but your grandmother coming, can she have your bed?"
Bob HATED, giving up his room to his grandma, she wasn't like nice sweet grandmothers, she was crazy, and mean. She said just as she thought, they said something happened where thinking took out on her thought process. So she just said whatever she thought. She once called Bob, a boring square child, who need to lose some weight, as she begain to paint his face.
Bob sighed, "Yeah it's okay, but how long is she staying?", his mother had her head into the fridge, "Uhh for the weekend I think." She continued doing what she was, "Ohh could you also go to the store and get me some things?" She handed him a list with at least 20 items, Bob let out another sigh and agreed, it gave him a chance to drive so what did it matter?
(Yeah so what do you think...?....any comments R/R)
Bob woke up it was early saturday morining, he decided, he'd call Sandy to see if they wanted to hang out or something, He like Sandy a lot, ever since she moved here from Texas. Which Bob often made fun of Sandy about her little texan quirks, like 'ya'll' and other stuff of how texas is a lesser state and all.
Bob was just beging to be happy with in his life, Sandy was becoming more and more his best friend, next to Patrick, whose life was just all... wow, He didn't know where life was taking him but he was going to enjoy the ride, and have a little faith in life. Bob did a morining rituals, He showered shaved, and the what not. He got the phone and called up Sandy.
"Is Sandy there?" Bob asked in hopes she was
"this is her, hey?"
"Hey it's me Bob, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something, sometimes..."
"Yeah sounds good, but Jake and I are going to a concert so maybe another night, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Bob said, they said their goodbyes, and hung up, Bob decided to go to Arcade, and go and play some games there, or he could call up Patrick, but he had plan on spending the day with Sandy, who was busy and hanging ouy with another guy, but that is okay, cause Sandy seemed to like him.
Bob headed down the stairs when he heard, his mom call him. He walked into the kitchen, and wondered what was going on. "Uhh?" Bob Said kind of questioning what was going on? "Well?" He asked, and his mother was making some food of some sort. "Well Bob, with the baby coming, my mother is coming down, your Dad is out on a business trip, and he'll be back tonight, and I'm glad about that, but your grandmother coming, can she have your bed?"
Bob HATED, giving up his room to his grandma, she wasn't like nice sweet grandmothers, she was crazy, and mean. She said just as she thought, they said something happened where thinking took out on her thought process. So she just said whatever she thought. She once called Bob, a boring square child, who need to lose some weight, as she begain to paint his face.
Bob sighed, "Yeah it's okay, but how long is she staying?", his mother had her head into the fridge, "Uhh for the weekend I think." She continued doing what she was, "Ohh could you also go to the store and get me some things?" She handed him a list with at least 20 items, Bob let out another sigh and agreed, it gave him a chance to drive so what did it matter?
(Yeah so what do you think...?....any comments R/R)