I walk around the mall with my mom, the first store we plan on going to is 'Forever 21'.

"Thanks for taking us out mom." "Oh, anytime. Well, anytime your here." She says, she gives a half smile and we walk in the store.

My gaze shifts over to a cute dress. I go to it and grab it, waiting for the moment to try it on.

I get a couple more items and rush to the change rooms. I open the door and exitedly bang it close.

I slip carefully into the dress and look at my reflectoin in the long mirror.

This will be the outfit I will wear tonight. I take it off and try on the rest of my clothes.

Then walk out and have my mom ring it up. We walk out the store and head to another.
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I have on my dress and my hair curled and make up nice. I walk downstairs to help my mom cook.

She and I are preparing spaghetti. My mom's spaghetti is unlike any, the taste is impecibal and surley hard to match.

The flavours explode and fill your mouth. Causing every little tastebud to form saliva because the craving of needing and wanting more.

So good you didn't think suacy red limp pasta with meat could be so addictive.

I know I'm probably taking this to far, but trust me when I say, I'm not.

I slice round cirlces of sausge for the spaghetti. I finish cutting the first and start the second. "Okay, should I make garlic knots?" My mom asks.

"Yah, that would be good. Zach says that's his favourite snack item, well that's bread." I say.

My mom smiles and grabs the ingredients to make it, she puts the white powdery substance in a bowl.

And no this is not a drug refrence so don't panic. It's obviously flour my mom poured into the large porclien bowl.

She mixes all the ingredients and shapes the once runny batter, into independent little ball knots.

She puts a garlic seasoning on it and a brush of melted butter. She slides the tray of them onto the rack in the oven.

She wipes her hands on her apron turning to look at me. Strands of hair that have fallen out of it's bun.

"Oh lorde I have to get ready. You can relax, this is my spaghetti legacy and you can't take it." She says.

I laugh and she walks upstairs, I do to and close the door behind me in my room. I sit at my desk and open the lid of my pastel pink laptop.

Searching around the web, then go on wattpad to continue reading my favourite book.
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Time flew by so quick, I know this because I sit at the table with my parents, Karlie, and Zach.

Karlie is eating the spaghetti since she grew in some teeth to chew on it. I bite into one of the three garlic knots sitting on my plate.

"So Zach, tell me about yourself."
"Well, I have two siblings, I was taken in by a family who couldn't produce anymore children and wanted an older
son who they could take to college. Plan to go to college and become a buisness owner just like my father. He wants me to take his company in an even bigger succses. My grades have been moderate. A's and B's, as of now I have five A's and two B's. My mother loves to cook just like your lovley wife. She is a chef, and she has been since she graduated college. 22." He says.

My dad nods taking in the information. Then takes a deep sip of his fruity sweet red wine.

"Have you ever robbed, hurt, faught, murderd, drank, or sold/done drugs?"my father asks him.

My eyes buldge and Zach sighs, "sir I will be honest. The only thing I've done out of those is have wine. And that is because my mom likes me to taste certain expensive wines with her impeccable and divine meals. But, that's all." He says.

My dad nods and eats a garlic knot. He chews on it with a look in his eyes that says, 'I wanna make love to these.'
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After everyone had finished dinner and dessert, Zach went home and my dad went to bed along with Karlie.

This sending my mom upstairs to shower, pee, and go on her computer.  But I went straight to my room. Took off my clothes and sliped into my cotton candy print pajama pants and matching pink pastel tank top.

Then layed back on my bed going onto my phone. Before I can do anything else I get a call from Zach and answer.

"Hey, miss me already?"

"No, well yah but I want to talk for a little bit."

"What about?"

"Well, school is over and summer is here. So maybe we can go down to the beach."

"Okay, when do you wanna go?"

"Tommorow, me, you, and three of my other friends."

"Okay, sounds cool. See you tommorow."

"Okay, love you bye."

"Yah, love you too. Bye."

-Call Ended-
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My eyes slowly open and the brightness makes me wanna shut them again.

But I lazily get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. I peer in the mirror focusing my vision.

Then when it's steady I see my reflection and cringe. My eyelashes stuck together, bags droopy, face pale and dry, and my hair frizzy.

After two long hours of doing my hair and make up. I look way better, I slip into a light blue sweetheart top dress. Plus my favourite tan heels.

My mom enters the room, she looks at me for attnetion and waves me down the stairs.

I walk down the light wooden stairs my heels making hollow clicking noises. "So, I know your going to the beach soon..." her voice trails off and she hands me a bag.

"Here, don't open it untill you get there." She says, I nod and then take the bag.

Afterwards I search for an activity to endour in untill Zach comes to pick me up.