“Are you boys ready yet?” Liz asked.
She had spent the whole morning rushing around gathering clothes, making lunches, signing homework, and washing faces. She sighed as she looked at the now ruined house. Everything was yanked from its place and scattered throughout her home.
“Drew, Mitch, Sammy!” she yelled.
“What?” shouted Drew.
“It’s time to go! We are all going to be late!”
“I’m almost ready!”
“Me too!” Mitch shouted
“Sammy are you ready?” asked Liz.
Liz could hear Sammy start to cry. She ran up the stairs, into his room, and found him in tears on the floor. He sat among various items such as: pencils, action figures, shirts, and stuffed animals.
“What’s wrong, Sammy?”
“I don’t know what to do.” Sammy moaned
“Well, what do you think you need to do?”
“I need to get ready for school.” Sammy replied
“Alright. Now what do you need to be ready?” Liz prodded
“Pencils!” Sammy grabbed a handful and shoved them into his backpack.
“Is that it?”
“No. I need my jacket.”
2007-11-26
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