CafeGirl1908

I woke up early morning as the mail carrier drove by. I peeked groggily out the window to see if they stopped at our house. They did, so I dragged myself out the door to get it. I opened the mailbox. Junk, junk, Honeydew Fashion Magazine for Meg, the news, and- a small box with a dinosaur attached? I rapidly opened it up and read what was inside. "Lily + Meg: yu ar invited to Cocoa's berfday partee. wear whatefer. 12 o clok today. Cocoa's apartmint." the letter read in scribbled letters. I ra... Read Full Chapter

I groggily opened my eyes to the dizzy sight of my parents and Cocoa looking down at me. "Are you feeling any better?" mom asked. "Yes, no, maybe so?" Cocoa said. I felt my head. There were bandages. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Dad asked.

I squinted. It looked like twelve, but nobody has this many fingers, so I took a guess. "Five?" I said. "Right. I still think you should stay in bed, though." he went off. Cocoa dug some stuff out of her backpack. "This is for you." she said.

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The next day, I woke up in Cocoa's bed. She wasn't in the room. I bolted up to search the apartment until I was stopped at the kitchen by the smell of pancakes. "Bon appetit!" Cocoa said when she saw me.

Cocoa was wearing a chef's hat, an apron, and was holding a bottle of syrup. Cocoa looked at it and explained. "I don't have any more homemade." she said. I shrugged and sat down to eat.

The pancake was absolutely divine! Light and fluffy, drenched in syrup, and served fresh. I finished in... Read Full Chapter

"Wait. We need to tell mom." I told Cocoa. I looked around for a phone until Cocoa pulled an iPhone out from under a pink elephant. It looked like a teddy bear.

"Number?" Cocoa asked. "555-624-8842" I answered. Cocoa tapped a few times on her phone and then tapped a few more times. Then I heard a smooth whoosh and some beeping. The phone rang.

"Me and Lily are having a sleepover. Come for lunch." Cocoa hung up.

"I told her. Want to make cookies?" she asked. I was dying to see her recipe.... Read Full Chapter

After I was dressed mom hurried me into the car and discussed proper manners for a dinner at someone's house. I just nodded my head.

We arrived at... an apartment building? Mom checked the address and told me it was the right place. I walked in and asked a teenager with light brown hair for the room number of Cocoa Memphis. "Um..." he walked over to the desk and dug through a pile of papers until he found a red book. "Cocoa Memphis, room forty-nine." I scrambled up the stairs until reaching ... Read Full Chapter