“Eat up, Suri. You need a lot of energy and fuel for your first day. How are you feeling about it, by the way?” Keith asked as he took a sip of his dark coffee.
I feel like I’m going to throw up from nervousness, or better yet, get sent to the hospital for the concerning rate that my pulse is beating. Heart attack at seventeen years old? Count me in.
“I’m okay. Uh, just a little nervous, but that’s normal, so… yeah…” I answered, a far cry response from what my brain was actually thinking.
I got a few pieces of bacon, fried egg, and pancakes on my plate before I started digging in. Breakfast food. I love it. Well, I love all kinds of food. I was never picky because really, when did I have a chance to be one?
Most people would think I’m too skinny for my age and though girls nowadays
