Chapter 17: Life, Death, And Tacos
I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I opened my eyes slowly – the night before was still fresh in my mind and I was afraid of what I’d find. I was surprised at what I did find, though.
It was one of those wheelie carts, with a tray of food on top. I got out of bed in the most demeaning way possible – rolling onto the floor. After I picked myself up off the floor, I walked over to the tray. It was laden with bacon, and eggs, and even a stack of pancakes. There was a folded note next to the tray, printed on thick blue paper unlike any I’ve ever seen.
Izzy,
I’m sorry about last night. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive
me. I was told that you love bacon, so here is a token of my affection.
I really hope we can work through this, because I really like being your
friend.
~Phyre~
I looked at the note for a second before pushing to the side to eat this plethora of food. I was hungry, since I abandoned my pizza the night before.
It was better than I’ve ever had before! This pleased me to no end. I shoveled the food into my mouth greedily. I hoped that no one was watching, cause I must’ve been eating like a pig.
There was a take-out bag, with another note taped to it. Hope you like this. ~Phyre. I opened it up and nearly cried tears of joy. The man had gone out and gotten me at least three tacos.
Invading my personal space or no, any man is forgive if he brings me a taco.
What do you guys think? Is it good, bad, indifferent? Please let me know!
This is page 45!!!! anyone else excited about this, or is it just me!?!?!?!
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