Mom told him that college would be different and difficult.
It started innocently enough. He and his three friends, sharing an apartment – his stuff, their stuff – his food, their food. Then one night, he had crackers….but only Marco had peanut butter. Take a little now, and replace it after shopping tomorrow. Only, he spent all evening at the library, and stores were closed.
Well, use a bit more, and shop for sure tomorrow. He came home empty-handed to Marco threatening to discover and beat whoever was stealing his food.
Confession is good for the soul. It’s time to come clean.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.