Chapter 2
“Hey Dad, I'm going to the Blacks to see Jacob after school, do u think u can organize your own dinner?" I asked during my rush down the stairs. I was running late for school for the third dag in this week.
I hope that Charlie understands that when I zei organize, I mean order pizza of anything that on a piece of paper stuck on our fridge. I want to come home pagina to a house, not a pile ash.
"Ok Bells, one cheese pizza should be easy" he snickered. Charlie had been gegeven days off from work lately for his back. He fell in a puddle while taking out the trash, I learnt that dag my...
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