I looked outside and saw Maddy taking out her bulldog to do his business. Miles was kicking a baseball.
I went downstairs and saw Mom sitting on the couch sipping a mug of coffee while watching master chef.
“Good morning.” I said to get her attention. “Oh hello, Crystal. I didn’t see you were up. How late did you stay up?” She said. “Oh we stayed up around midnight.” I said. She laughed. “What were you doing all that time?” “Oh, just reading.” I answered. “So your a bookworm too?” She asked. “Yes. Me and Maddy are.” I answered. “Well Maddy is outside with meatloaf. Come inside if you’re hungry.” Mom instructed.
I went outside. “Hi, Maddy!” I said. “Do like my dog, Meatloaf?” She asked. “Oh yes. He is a cutie.” I said.
Meatloaf ran up to me and licked my cheek. “What do you like to do, Maddy?” I asked. “Well I like to read and bake. My favorite animal is a pig.” She said.
She pointed to her piggy pjs.
I looked down at my my ones with a grey shirt and orange shorts.
“Awesome! I like to bake and I like gymnastics. I have always wanted to be on a team. And as you know I love reading.” I told her. “Cool! Gymnastics looks fun but I’m not flexible. We both like to read and bake!” She exclaimed. “Would you like to see our bakery?” She asked. I was shocked. “Your bakery?” I asked. I really think I’m gonna like it here. “Yes. My mom owns a French pastry shop. Come on, I will show you. First I have to ask Mom.”
After she asked Mom she showed me down the block and to the bakery. “Here it is!” She pronounced. There was a stand with a tower of pastries, an oven and counter, a cupboard on the wall with desserts and a mini bakery model.
“Wow…” I breathed. “This place is amazing! Can we bake?” I asked. “Of course!” Maddy answered. “What do you like to bake?” She asked. “I love making French pastries like baguettes and tartlets and macaroons.” I answered dreamily. “Well let’s start with a baguette” she said.
Soon we had made a baguette and were eating it for breakfast.
“Let’s go home now and get dressed for the day.” Maddy said after we finished eating. Home. Hopefully this home would last. Hopefully it will be home sweet home.
When we got home we changed. Then the doorbell rang. “The mails here!” Yelled Maddy. I ran outside and grabbed the mail. The first letter had my name on the front.
I tore open the envelope. Ahhh! I screamed.
-To be Continued-
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See you later!
Summer- Post 34