Okay, this is my first tagahanga fiction, so please leave comments! Don't hate on my story. And PLEASE, enjoy!
" Mike! Get up!" My mom tried to shake me awake. " Chester, I've got a hot bowl of Cream of Wheat waiting for you downstairs." She walked out my bedroom.
" Creamy wheat? Outta my way!" I bounded out of bed. I carefully maneuvered my feet down the stairs. Chester had the tendency to fall down them, a lot. I plopped into a chair at the kusina table. My mom placed a bowl of prutas Loops in front of me. "Wha? You lying little.." The raspy, complaining voice of Chester spoke. I gasped. " Thanks...
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