EDWARD WILLIAMS
I woke up very early in the morning going to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out the peanut butter before I grabbed the spoon, running back upstairs. I don’t know what is wrong with me but, I don’t like it one bit.
I walked in quietly in my bedroom, just so I do not wake Angela. I wanted her to sleep with me because I don’t want what happened last to happen again. I don’t trust the King and I don’t even refer to him as my father anymore. We didn’t even talk.
“Yum, yum, yum, I say, excitedly in a low voice like a baby locked up in a candy store. I open the peanut butter and eat my first spoon.
I want to cry, cry in pleasure… this is so mouth-watering. It’s delicious! I should tell Angela to put it on the grocery list next time we buy groceries.
I sit and re
