The next morning I woke up with a start. I put on my boots and grabbed my coat. I had determined that I was going to tell Ben and together we would unveil the mystery. He was my comrade in arms, my best bud in the whole world. I could not start this investigation without him. as I walked down the hall I could hear my sister complaining in the kitchen that she wanted the Nemo cup. Apparently it was dirty and she was just going to have to make do with the plain old red plastic cup. Mom and Dad have always had the rule: "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!" Ashley's only 4 and is still relatively new to the concept. Hopefully she'll come around because her piercing wale brings me to my knees. I ran down the hall and saw that Mom had put cereal and some muffins (I love it when she makes muffins) on the table. I was just about to sit down and pour myself some when something caught my attention at the window. Sunlight! Glorious sunlight. I laughed as I looked down at my clothes. I scarfed down my breakfast, ran back to my room and changed my clothes. I put on my baseball cap, grabbed my folder which had all my best cards in it, and went looking for Mom. I found her in the art studio getting ready for her day. She used to just paint for herself but then she discovered the art of teaching it to others. She loves it and she's really quite good. We always have people coming by to interview her or look at her paintings and stuff.
"Mom, is it okay if I go hang out with Ben today?"
"Did you feed Samson?"
"Shoot, no, I'll go do that. After that?"
"Yeah. Just be sure to call me if you guys decide to scale a mountain or some such thing."
Samson was the family dog, but technically he was mine. Apparently when I was too young to remember, our aunt's dog had a litter and I carried around Samson as a puppy for an entire day. To this day I hear about how terribly cute we were together and how Dad just couldn't say no. I hooked him up with some grub, grabbed my board off the back porch, and rolled my way down Billhurst Street towards Ben's.
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