#Chapter14
Aniyah__
Yawning, I reached under my pillow and grabbed my buzzing phone. Groaning out in annoyance, I realized that I never shut my alarm off.
It was seven and I was wide awake now on a Sunday morning. Great! I headed downstairs to fix me something to eat. I slipped on my black tank top and black boy shorts and dragged myself down in to the kitchen.
/"Good morning?/" My mother greeted me as I walked in.
/"Well you beat me to the punch./" I said smiling as I watched her scrambling some eggs.
Good, because now I don't have to cook. I pulled a stool back from the kitchen island and sat down. She was making bacon, cheese eggs, and blueberry pancakes.
YUM!!
Wait... But why? She only did this when there was something special going on.
/"Mom, what's going on?/" I gave her a questioning look.
/"What do you mean?/" She played coy.
/"Mom./"
