Give Me Another Chance   
  chapter two 

"Summer!" my mom called.  "Fall, Winter, Spring," I said boredly.  I looked at my clock.  7:15, breakfast time, and my mom always made the best breakfasts.  I painted the last toenail, then ran downstairs wearing. a pair of skinny jeans, a blue v-neck, and one of Cal's sweatshirts in my hand.  "What's for breakfast, mother dearest?" I asked.  She smiled at me, not looking up from her hands, which she was washing.  "Chocolate chip pancakes," she said, motioning towards a plate with two steaming flapjacks on it.  "Yay," I smiled.  "What's going on today?"  she asked, wiping her hands dry on her pants.  "I have a World History test," I said with my mouth full.  "Sum, don't talk with your mouth full."  I rolled my eyes and said, "Sorry Mom," which came out as "Sorr Om." She laughed at me, then said, "Go get in the car.  Don't want to be late for school.