Here's the next chapter, on the first day of December (well, for me at least)! I'm going to try to respond to reviews the best I can (if I do get any).
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They had this fight which seemed like a really small thing at the time. But ever since, my mom went out of her way to eat blue. –pg. 37 The Lightning Thief
"Good morning Percy," my mom said from the kitchen.
Gabe grunted. "Sally, get me some breakfast, will you?"
"What do you want?"
He didn't answer. He was too busy playing poker with his friends who passed gas.
"Ew," I said.
"Yes," my mom agreed. "Percy, then what do you want for breakfast?"
I shrugged and let my shoulders sag. "Anything will do."
I wasn't in my best of moods today because I had just gotten expelled from another school and Smelly Gabe had found out… and well, things had turned into an extreme turn of events.
"It'll be all right," she said. "We'll just find you another school."
I slumped down in my seat at the kitchen table. "Then I'll have two pancakes and a waffle please."
My mom smiled. "That's my Percy. What color?"
"Sorry?"
"You heard me," she said. "What color?"
I grinned. "Blue, please."
Smelly Gabe scoffed. "There's no such thing as blue food!"
"Yes there is, and I'll make it happen," my mom snapped.
I leaned back in surprise. I didn't really hear her get up to that tone often.
"Sure, Sally," Gabe said rolling his tiny eyes. "Blue food doesn't exist."
"Hey, calm down Gabe," Eddie said. "I've seen blue food in my life, and I'm pretty sure they were blue. I'm not color blind."
Gabe laughed. "But blue pancakes and waffles? That's impossible."
I saw my mom fume for a moment before she went back to making breakfast. I saw her get some food coloring from the cupboard and dropped a few drops in the batter. Later I heard a whirring sound, like a blender, and my mom came with the breakfast.
"Here's your blue blueberry pancakes," she said as she set them in front of me. "And your blue waffle."
I stared at her in amazement. She went through all that, just to make me feel better. She even had a little argument with Smelly Gabe, and she rarely got into them.
"And your blueberry smoothie," she said putting a straw in the smoothie.
A big smile came on my face. "Thanks a lot Mom."
She got the other breakfast for Smelly Gabe.
"And, Gabe," she said sweetly. "I think you were proven wrong."
He stared in disbelief at the blue breakfast she gave him. Blue waffles, blue pancakes, all on a blue plate with blue utensils.
"What would you like for your drink?" my mom said. "I have some blueberry smoothie left over from Percy's or I have blue milk."
Gabe's friends roared with laughter as his face turned a bright shade of pink.
"I'd like some Coke then," he challenged. "There's no such thing as blue Coke."
"Who the heck drinks Coke with breakfast?" I accidentally said out loud. "Especially with waffles and pancakes?"
Gabe glared at me. "You'd better shut that mouth of yours, punk or I'll—"
"Next thing you know, you start eating cereal with Coke instead of milk," I said.
"Here's your Coke, dear. You might want to check its color," my mom said cutting in.
Gabe stared in outrage at the blue Coke sitting in front of him. I tried not to laugh at his expression.
"Sorry, Gabe," my mom said. "If you don't like blue, I'll do you another color—like I don't know, maybe red?"
Gabe's face turned as red as a tomato. His friends stared at him as if seeing what he would do.
"You're going to regret ever doing this to me Sally," he said.
"I did it for my son—your stepson—Percy," she said. "He was feeling down today, if you haven't noticed. If you haven't—well, you must be a terrible stepfather."
I grinned. "Thanks for the blue breakfast, Mom. It got me out from feeling blue." I put my plate and cup in the sink.
My mom laughed. "You're welcome. I'll bake some blue chocolate chip cookies for you in a bit, okay?"
"You're the best, Mom," I said and went in my room, savoring the outraged look on Smelly Gabe's face.
