Instructions Use the right arrow key to go forwards and the left arrow key to go backwards. ================================================== Story I sit in the kitchen, my stomach growling from hunger. My mom was out getting pizza for me. She didn't really have a choice, I had nagged her so much. I paced the kitchen floor impatiently. "Please," I mutter to no one in particular. "Hurry up. I'm starving." What was taking her so long? Traffic? Long wait? Don't people understand that a female tween has to eat? Finally, fifteen hungry minutes later, I heard the door open to my right. Mom walked in ladled with heavy bags and clearly exhau- sted. But that wasn't important now. What was important was the cardboard box she was carrying. My pizza. "I'm sorry, it isn't what you wanted. They didn't have cheese, sau- sage, pineapple or salad pizza." I sighed. Of course they didn't have those. Who would ever sell plain cheese pizza? "So I got this one instead. I forgot what kind it is. I just remember it starts with a B." my mom says. "Bacon, baked, barbecue, banana!" I guess wildly. "I don't think so sweetie," my mom says. "Well, I have to go get some errands done. Enjoy!" "Butter, bread, banana?" I guess again. And, of course... "No," my mom sighs as she walked away. "Hm... maybe it's... banana!" I yell after my mom as she walks out the door. "It's not banana!" she yells back before closing the door. It slam- med shut louder than it normally does. "You're bananas," my brother teases me from his chair in the kitchen. I sat down at the breakfast bar, opened the box and took a big bite out of the pizza. My eyes widen and I run to the trash can. "Yup," I thought as I spit it out into the garbage can. "Definitely banana pizza. Not /broccoli/ pizza." Ugh. ================================================== Credits Credit to @BlackRaven-RedRobin for teaching me the handy trick of copy-pasting the text from a word processor instead of laboring through typing this story in the editor on a laggy computer. Credit to @MelonManatee, @Novakitty and @rollercoasterfan for the bananas (left to right). I love the diversity. ================================================== Behind the Scenes I was inspired to write this by my mom, who went out to get pizza for me. She came back with a pizza that started with a B, not any of the ones I asked for. Thankfully, it wasn't broccoli, or banana, it was baked. CURATED ON OCTOBER 17TH 2015 THANK YOU SO MUCH @Hamish752!
