chapter one
"Park, are you ever going to actually get the groceries like I told you to?" my mom yelled from the kitchen as she came home, yet again, to an empty refrigerator. That's all she ever came home to these days: an empty refrigerator and my bookshelf being fuller than before. What can I say? I valued books over food. Besides, the books took my mind off my hunger.
"Probably not," I replied, not even looking up from the current book I was reading, Dorothy Must Die. My eyes skimmed the pages and deciphered the words quickly before moving onto the next page. I looked up from the book with a sigh and saw Mom hovering above me with a stern look on her aging face.
"Park, you have got to get some groceries. No, don't give me that look! You …show more content…
You've gotten so big!" Mrs. Wilson said as she stopped to talk to me. Mrs. Wilson was the sweetest old lady you would ever meet. She was down from the south, and she had the thickest country accent I've ever heard. It was funny because whenever she said well it sounded like whale.
"No, Mrs. Wilson. I hate to break it to you, but I haven't grown an inch since you last saw me. I'm the same five feet three inches that I've been since sophomore year," I replied brushing my brown, almost black, hair out of my eyes. I was a short girl, but I sometimes wore heels to make myself look taller. I probably wasn't wearing any the last time I saw her, but I was now.
"I must be shrinking then!" she exclaimed with a chuckle. We talked for a bit more before she finally let me continue my shopping. I only had a few things on my shopping list: waffles, corn dogs, and pizza. Get enough of those and we won't have to go shopping for another week or two. I walked down aisle twenty-three, the pizza aisle, and looked for the brand we usually got, Digiorno.
"Where is it? Where is it? There it is!" I exclaimed grabbing a Digiorno box out of the large refrigerator that they kept the pizza in. I grabbed about seven boxes and hoped that would last a
"Park, are you ever going to actually get the groceries like I told you to?" my mom yelled from the kitchen as she came home, yet again, to an empty refrigerator. That's all she ever came home to these days: an empty refrigerator and my bookshelf being fuller than before. What can I say? I valued books over food. Besides, the books took my mind off my hunger.
"Probably not," I replied, not even looking up from the current book I was reading, Dorothy Must Die. My eyes skimmed the pages and deciphered the words quickly before moving onto the next page. I looked up from the book with a sigh and saw Mom hovering above me with a stern look on her aging face.
"Park, you have got to get some groceries. No, don't give me that look! You …show more content…
You've gotten so big!" Mrs. Wilson said as she stopped to talk to me. Mrs. Wilson was the sweetest old lady you would ever meet. She was down from the south, and she had the thickest country accent I've ever heard. It was funny because whenever she said well it sounded like whale.
"No, Mrs. Wilson. I hate to break it to you, but I haven't grown an inch since you last saw me. I'm the same five feet three inches that I've been since sophomore year," I replied brushing my brown, almost black, hair out of my eyes. I was a short girl, but I sometimes wore heels to make myself look taller. I probably wasn't wearing any the last time I saw her, but I was now.
"I must be shrinking then!" she exclaimed with a chuckle. We talked for a bit more before she finally let me continue my shopping. I only had a few things on my shopping list: waffles, corn dogs, and pizza. Get enough of those and we won't have to go shopping for another week or two. I walked down aisle twenty-three, the pizza aisle, and looked for the brand we usually got, Digiorno.
"Where is it? Where is it? There it is!" I exclaimed grabbing a Digiorno box out of the large refrigerator that they kept the pizza in. I grabbed about seven boxes and hoped that would last a