My best friend Bob is on the door to take me up. Mom pleased him in and i put my clothes together to spend the night at his house because his mom is on a vacation, completely forgetting my hair. Bobs home isn't far away, just around the corner at the end of the street, but mom insist to drive us. Well always be a nice person i listen on my mom. Carefree i sit on the front passenger seat and Bob take a seat in the back with out complaints. As we drove to Bob's home mom appeal to us „ Please stay away from to much junk food. Eat something healthy or let me know then i'll cook you something.“ „ Oh Helena“, i answer a bit confused never call mom by her name slowly acting more like Beverly. „Till we' re inside i take a look at the fridge and conjure us a healthy, balanced meal“, i calm her as i strip a red curl behind my ear. „ I know. Your always better in the kitchen than me“ she moan as we reached the house.
Bob and i get in and wonder what to do?
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