Today I woke up and the morning went by, as usual . . . About ten minutes before I leave, after I had brushed my teeth and all, I looked in 'the fridge.' To my suprise, there was a pizza box in there. Pizza Hut. I assumed it was my sister's boyfriend's, and that it was loaded with crappy toppings. I looked anyway . . . PEPPERONI! Sweet Jesus! Four pieces! Yes!
I took a piece and went back to my room. I ate it. It was good. Then I left for school.
All throughout the school day I was thinking about that pizza, and wondering what would become of the other three slices. The pizza must have left my mind, because I had forgotten about it when I reached home . . . until I opened 'the fridge' again. "The pizza!" I exclaimed as I took another piece. I sat down and realized that I should have taken yet another slice of that beautiful cold pizza. And I did. And it was good. "One piece left," I said to myself, "maybe no one will know it was me . . . "
Around dinner time, my mom hadn't come home yet, and my dad decided to get dinner. Jerry's Subs and Pizza, what a great idea, Dad! Large pepperoni it is! About half of the pizza was left when I decided to hide it in 'the fridge' to keep it away from the family members who might want to get pizza-revenge.
Now there's one slice left, a big one . . . it will wait until tomorrow morning, and it will be the best Thanksgiving breakfast ever.
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