I had just finished taking my last exam of finals week and I fel numb. It was chemistry so I was pretty sure I had bombed that test very badly, but such things I don't worry about. It's too upsetting. So when I was supposed to be tinking about Lewis Dot structures, I was really thinking about that last slice of pizza from last night . . . Mmmm, so good. It was a large, 14 inch pizza with sausage, bell peppers, mushrooms, black olives, onions, and a thick crust . . . I was drooling over my exam paper.
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So as I rode the bus home, my stomach growled and whined, thinking about that last slice. It would make my day.
I get home at about 3:30 as I usually do and I rummage through the mail first. The pizza is still on my mind but I'm always curious to see if I got anything. I got a few letters, nothing special; an advertisement for blockbuster and a letter from some bs college in the middle of Texas.
Lubbuck I think was the name of the town.
I walk into my house, slip off my back pack, and make a beeline to the fridge, ignoring my cat who think he's too important to use the cat door. I swing open the fridge door, looking frantically for that slice of Papa John's pizza. It isn't there.
"What the crap?" I say as I usually do when I'm disappointed.
Then: "Hey, Sean."
I turn around and see my sister, sprawled on the couch as she always does. She's watching VH1 and next to her is an empty plate, the orangish oil from the pizza still warm on the plate from the microwave. I feel my heart drop into my stomach.
"Did you eat the pizza?" I ask her even though I already know the answer.
"Yep," she replies with a smug look on her face and holds up the last piece of the crust. Then she eats it, "and it was good . . ."
I opened my mouth to say something by I don't speak. What's the point? So instead I grab the box of Cap'n Crunch and pour myself a bowl. Thinking about that slice of pizza, the cereal is like ashes in my mouth.