Mr Chew の小説・ストーリー

I groaned as I stretched and uncle Mike played with my hair like I was a dog. I swatted his hand away as he laughed and began to walk towards the end of the car when uncle Brody pulled up into the parking spot on the side of us. I could hear the music blasting and I just rolled my eyes. Turning the car off, they both got out as I leaned back on the car and waited patiently. I was so ready to get in there and get some pretzels. That's pretty much what I'm thinking about. There's something about mall pretzels, they be dry but they be so good.

Amanda groaned and picked up the two glasses, pouring them down her throat immediately and wincing at the sour taste it left on her tongue and the burn she felt as it went down. "Woah!!" Mark exclaimed clapping with the others "guess our loser isn't much of a loser! She downed that under 15 seconds" he remarked, earning a glare from Amanda but he seemed unfazed by it. "Jonathan! Hurry up the second activity is another to start!" Alan shouted, poking his head into the kitchen so Jonathan can hear him very well. A few seconds later, Jonathan rushed out his mouth messy from the pizza crumbs "I'm here, I'm here" he yelled excitedly. Everyone chuckled when they saw him, and Malia gently wiped his