Eggo Cinnamon Toast Waffles : A Short Story

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!”, I slammed the snooze bar for the final time in a sleep-deprived fit of rage. “5:45” The red numbers illuminated the dark bedroom and I am hit with the depressing realization that the first day of school has begun. Staying in bed any later would award me with a traffic jam and tardy slip, so I dash out the door.

I grab my suitcase, my phone on its charger, my sheets, and my snacks. I hurry out the door and pack my things in the car. I climb into the car and my mom begins to drive. I put on my headphones

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

You wake up after a good night’s rest and receive a kind “good morning” greeting from your parents. You enjoy a warm breakfast with your family.

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

Many people believe that Waffle House, a famous restaurant chain, is a dirty place and that deters people from ever visiting but there is way more to it. Now, Waffle House is not the cleanest; I’ll give the people that, but the environment you step into is the best, plus the food is awesome.

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

Paleo waffles are a favorite choice in my family. They're perfect for breakfast, but can be enjoyed as a snack too. Quick and easy, waffles take minutes to cook and taste delicious. Almond flour gives a rich, buttery flavor, while bananas add sweetness. There is no need to add sugar or honey. These crispy waffles are simply perfect!

I proposed a deal with my sister, that I would let her sit in the front seat for two months, then in return I got first pick of rooms at our rental and our permanent house, she agreed. At the time Nicole was just tall enough to sit in the front seat, so we had to alternate and consistently

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

Opening my eyes, I look over to my paper thin tv for the time, noticing that I still have 30 mins till I have to get up I doze off into a soft sleep. Awaking from the blaring noise of my alarm I get up to brush my teeth. As I walk over to the wash bowl, where we wash our hands and brush our teeth, I reach over to grab my toothbrush off it's charger. As I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that it was almost time for me to leave for school. I searched around my closet for a shirt and some jeggings, my usual wardrobe for school, I head towards my broke in tennis shoes. Heading downstairs, I grab my computer holder and my headphones and head for school.

ready. I always had to count to three to get out of bed I never was able to just jump out of bed. Finally I got up and realized it was a lot colder than when I was under my silky smooth sheets and electric blanket. I quickly ran to the shower and jumped in. It felt so nice and warm I didn't ever want to get out but I knew that I would be late if I didn't. I got out and got dressed quickly to trap in as much heat as I could. I headed downstairs to start making breakfast. I looked in the freezer for some waffles but there weren't any in there. “Crap!” I exclaimed.

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Just one bite will send you into a type of waffle heaven. A waffle is golden brown, round baked batter with 4 sections, cover with pockets large enough to contain barrels of sweet syrup and sugar. Cooked but not cooked evenly throughout, the firm and tough outer shell of batter along with the soft inside, will easily melt in your mouth like butter in a hot pan. Waffles are topped with sweet, white powdered sugar evenly sprinkled across the breading hugging the dimpled strawberries perched in the pockets of the waffle. The smooth brown syrup and the bubbly butter intertwined and mixed throughout the creation within the crevices of the waffle. Syrup is evenly spread, hugging the strawberries, being absorbed by the bread creating an even sweeter