Nearly a week has passed since your little spill, and life had carried on. You and your friends had all agreed to pretend the little mishap had never happened, and by the weekend when none of the teachers had found out, you all figured you were in the clear.
You were sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying your breakfast toast before heading off to school, when your phone rings.
Mom? you think, checking the caller ID. She had just left to drop Andy off at daycare, since his nanny was out of town for the week. What does she want?
"Hello, honey? I need a favor," she says as you pick up.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Your sister forgot her lunch for school today and she needs someone to drop it off." You glance at the counter, and sure enough a brown paper bag is sitting there, your sis's name scrawled on it in sharpie. "Could you drop it off before you head to Hyperion?"
"Why me? Can't you do it?"
"Nick, you know Hyperion starts later than the other schools in the district. I'm already running late as is and if I stop home I'll never make it on time." You hear her shushing Andy, his faint cries in the background. "Please dear?"
You sigh. You had the time, sure, but that didn't mean you wanted to use it for delivery. Still, your mom seemed desperate. "Alright," you say with a sigh. "I'm on it."
"Thank you dearie. We'll have your favorite for dinner tonight. I've got to go, love you~!"
You quickly finish up breakfast and get dressed, and grab the bag for delivery. Who's lunch got forgotten, anyhow?
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