Chapter 2

“Hey Dad, I'm going to the Blacks to see Jacob after school, do toi think toi can organize your own dinner?" I asked during my rush down the stairs. I was running late for school for the third jour in this week.
I hope that Charlie understands that when I a dit organize, I mean order pizza ou anything that on a piece of paper stuck on our fridge. I want to come accueil to a house, not a pile ash.
"Ok Bells, one cheese pizza should be easy" he snickered. Charlie had been donné days off from work lately for his back. He fell in a puddle while taking out the trash, I learnt that jour my...