Brownies and Blood
P.O.V: Chasity Sage Evans
"How does it taste?" I questioned Adam.
"Like I died and gone to heaven!" Adam responded with his mouth full of brownies. I slapped the back of his head and giggled.
"It's not polite to talk with your full."
"What do you know? You're only eight!"
"And 6 months! My mommy always told me that girls mature three times faster than boys. So, I'm actually 8, 7, 10, 9…nine years old," I smiled victoriously.
"That not how you count dummy. You're…," he thought over it carefully, "twelve years old."
It went on for years until mommy came in and told us to quiet down.
Mommy sighed, "How are the brownies that Chasity made Adam?"
"Taste like mud pie," Adam replied in disgust.
"You said they were good!" I cried.
"I did not!" Adam fought back.
"You said you died and went to heaven!"
"I died cuz it taste gross and I died and I went to heaven!"
"Chasity don't say another word. Adam I think it's time for you to go home," mommy declared.
"Yes ma'am." Adam said softly. Before he left I saw him take another brownie. I laughed a little to myself.
I helped my mommy eat the rest of my homemade brownies. A few minutes later, Adam came rushing inside with tears streaming down his eyes.
"MOMMY IS BLEEDING!" he screamed.