Well, Can I ?   by Jeffrey Giancarlo

"Can I have chocolate pudding?

Not before dinner, Ive told you a million times!

I huffed. I am a second grader now! I leered with my brown eyes. I threw my book down on the shag. We exchanged arguments and snarls, again and again, and again once more. My ivory arms firmly crossed over the Aeropostale logo.

Her raged fists pushed down on her bulging hips. Deep breathes have failed her today. From under her frayed ashen hair she forced out, Fine, have the damn pudding!

I just walked with a restrained smile to my room. I wasnt hungry anyway.

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