Pepper
“Is Alan going to eat it?” I questioned Nicholas.
“Yeah, after lunch I think” Nicholas responded. I leaned my chair against the wall.
“Go to your book’s table,” Mrs. Gaudiano called. I stood up and headed for my table; I pulled a chair and sat down. Soon all the members of our group came except Alan. Alan came to my table, he looked shocked, shaking, his tongue curled up in a desert-dry mouth.
“Someone has water?” Alan hissed, his eyes crying and his hands full of pepper rubbing them.
“You ate the pepper?” I asked holding in my laughter.
“Do you have water?” he insisted.
“No,” I answered back letting my laughter spill. Everyone on the table started laughing with me.
“Yeah, after lunch I think” Nicholas responded. I leaned my chair against the wall.
“Go to your book’s table,” Mrs. Gaudiano called. I stood up and headed for my table; I pulled a chair and sat down. Soon all the members of our group came except Alan. Alan came to my table, he looked shocked, shaking, his tongue curled up in a desert-dry mouth.
“Someone has water?” Alan hissed, his eyes crying and his hands full of pepper rubbing them.
“You ate the pepper?” I asked holding in my laughter.
“Do you have water?” he insisted.
“No,” I answered back letting my laughter spill. Everyone on the table started laughing with me.
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