Pickles!!! ;)
YUM…… I love pickles but that day made me wonder who, and why would someone take my pickles from the pickle jar hi I’m Kiya and I got the last pickle stolen from me and then my pride came after however maybe I should start from the beginning.
I took as much time as I needed to get all the clues into a pickle investigating I got as much people as I could that was in the house that one Saturday morning the people in the house that night was me my big brother, my mom and my dad I lined them up one by one and yelled to get their attention “WHO TOOK THE LAST PICKLE FROM THE PICKLE JAR?”
“Honey I would never take the last pickle from the pickle jar I hate pickles remember” Her mom honestly said
“Well it wasn’t me” said her dad
“Yeah and it wasn’t me” Said her brother
“Okay you are all free to go just remember I’m watching you all” I said in the most serious voice as I could after they all left I still had my suspicious on my brother. I went up to his room and said “did you steal the last pickle from the pickle jar let’s face it we both know you wanted to ruin my life ever since mom brought you from the hospital.”
“Kiya I was born before you didn’t even know you were going to be born and I wasn’t lying then and I’m not lying know I wouldn’t do that that’s pushing it way to far!”
“Okay you are off the hook but remember I am watching you” okay it wasn’t him but I think I might know who it was so I went up to my dad and gave him the worst face I could but it turned out to be a grin and I told him I yelled at the top of my lungs “Why did you take the last pickle from the pickle jar”
“Honey……..”
“Oh don’t honey me I know it was you, last night when Mariah spent the night at exactly 12:00 at night I heard a noise coming so I turned to see if Mariah was up but she wasn’t there I think she was in the wash room or something and…….oh how stupid can I get? Thanks dad.”
I ran up stairs only little time to dinner so I had to hurry it was a race against time, I picked up the home phone in the living room and dialed as fast as I could 2-5-0-7-9-8-2-8-2-8 I finally heard the dial ton ring, ring, the phone rang, “Hello” pariahs mom said finally I had hope, that I was going to find the crook of the last pickle
“HI can I please talk to Mariah”
“YES one moment” she said in her delicate voice “Mariah the phone” I guess I spoke to soon.
“Hello”
“Hi its Kiya did you eat the last pickle from the pickle jar last night when you spent the night at my house” I said to her in a calm voice, I couldn’t lose my best friend because I yelled at her.
“yeah I was hungry don’t you remember me asking if I could get something to eat and you said ok so I went down stairs and saw the last pickle…….”
“So you didn’t bother asking for the last pickle?”
“You didn’t let me finish I went and asked you said ok so I went down stairs and ate the delicious pickle”
“Okay I guess it was my fault but I want to know what the pickle tasted like.”
“Well when I went to open it the dill smell surrounded my nose, I grabbed at sharpest fork in the utensil drawer and tried to fish out the pickle it we hard to get but I exceeded the dill taste as I bit in to the dill pick the juice burst into to my dry through but when I bit into it I pushed the lid of the table I tried to catch it but it fell to fast I didn’t mean to make so much noise, I’m sorry”
“It’s okay!” I said in understanding “it was an accident!”
“Well I got to go eat hopefully my mom went shopping and got the delicious pickles I asked her to get and I will keep them all to myself……. Oh but I will share with you if you want!”
“Okay” she said enthusiastically “bye see you at school tomorrow” So got what I wanted in the end the truth and more pickles