The light was so bright as I opened my eyes.
“Jeffery hurry down!” My mother called
“Coming!” I yelled as grabbed my backpack.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, grabbing a plate.
“French toast!” she smiled and threw three pieces on my
plate. I sat down at our kitchen table with my little sister.
“Syrup?” Mom asked.
“Yes please!” My little sister giggled! I grabbed it before she
could reach it and poured it all over my French toast.
“Hey!” My little sister squealed!
“What?” I asked my mouth full of food. I finished off my
plate and gulped down a glass of orange juice as I ran out the door.
~Ferron
