“Mom make me breakfast,” demanded Georgette! “Pack my lunch,” yelled George! “Hold on, I just got out of bed,” whined mom. Mom (Celeste), trotted down the stairs sleepily and yawned. Georgette and George were eating bacon and sausage out of the pan and more was crackling in grease on the stove. “Ahhh”, screamed mom. “That is way too fatty. Don’t eat that!” “Sorry mom”, said Georgette. “We couldn’t find anything else to eat”. “Ok fine. Oh, your bus will be here in two minutes. Get moving. Here are your backpacks. Grab your lunches and head out the door. Have a great day in third grade”, said mom worriedly. Mom was so stressed out from all of the morning excitements so she plopped herself on the couch in front of the T.V. A commercial for Navy Pier was on. “Come one come all to a free lunch at Bobby Joes. Enjoy fine food and music for no cost only today. Offer expires by 5:00pm”.
A light bulb shot out of mom’s head. She was going to Navy Pier. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door. She drove up to the nearest city bus station and got on a city bus to Chicago. The only seat open was between a man with live chickens and a lady who was mixing batter for cake. She had no choice but to sit there. The bus started to move and when they hit a speed bump, the batter smelling of chocolate flew up and fell right on Celeste’s white blouse. “Ahhhh”, screamed Celeste in a high pitched tone. “Ohhh maym iya ama sow sowry abourt thart”, said the lady with the batter. “Oh, that’s ok. I’ll just buy another shirt when we get to the city”, said mom fakely. Next to Celeste, the chickens were all stirred up and shook. The feathers flew out of the cages and stuck to Celeste’s shirt. “Oh great! Now I Iook like a chicken too” whined Celeste. The next stop back home would be in two hours. “Uhhh maybe I should just go home”, sighed Celest. And that’s just what she did. After two long hours on the smelly bus she finally arrived in time for George and Georgette to get off the bus. “What happened to your shirt mom”, said Georgette? “Don’t get me started. It’s a long story”, said mom.
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