Flakes: A Fictional Narrative

September 22, 2003. The next day after I had gotten up and did my usual morning routine I went downstairs to the kitchen. “Hey Good morning” I said to everyone, “Good Morning” my mom said. Justin was at the table eating his Frosted Flakes. He wasn’t eating too much like a pig that morning.
“I gotta get to work, bye I love you” she said giving us both a kiss on the cheek and rushed out the back door.
“Did you throw all your weed away?” I asked pouring myself some Frosted Flakes,
“Mary I would really appreciate it if you would mind your own business” he said with his mouth full,
“Nope I think I’m a keep meddling” I said after pouring the milk into my bowl and he rolled his eyes,
“Something tells me you haven’t exactly quit” I said sitting down

Lane should’ve kissed you but….” I said and she giggled, “I know what you meant. Thanks” she said then walked into the classroom.
Mary- After class during second hour I was called out of Chemistry to go talk to the police in the office.
“Like I said before he touched my face and he leaned forward and he kissed me” I said frustrated,
“What did you do after he kissed you?” the detective asked,
“He said he had done it to other students before. Then I got up and left. The next couple days were horrible I had to dread through them and just sit there pretending like he wasn’t there. He kept staring at me and was making me uncomfortable. That’s when I knew I had to go tell someone that would help me I just, I couldn’t do it anymore, it wasn’t easy but I knew I had to do it” I said,
“Thank you Miss. Larsy have you informed your parents on what’s been going on?”
“Yes I have, they were pretty upset” I said,
“I bet” said the officer.
“Thank you Miss. Larsy, no further questions, you can head back to class” he said and I got up.
The secretary in the administrative office gave me a pass to go back to class. When I got back to Chemistry I started talking to Michelle about what the detectives were asking me as we were doing an in class

“Hey do you know where Dylan lives?” I asked, “Why?” she asked,
“Well he wanted me to come over and help him with his homework”,
“Oh did he?” Michelle lifted her eyebrow with a grin on her face, “What?”
“Nothing, just Dylan doesn’t usually invite girls over like that unless he’s dating them” said Michelle,
“It isn’t what you think okay, I’m just being nice” “Mmm, hmm!” she said and I smiled,
“He has a girlfriend” I said, “Yeah I know her. But I don’t think he likes her that much” she said,
“Why do you say