Yogurt Market Share

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I ran up the stairs and knocked on the door of the bathroom.
"Vince! Home Dad, it's time to eat! Hurry!"
No response.
"Vince stop being a lazy butt and get your-"

The door opened.
"Whoa, hold your horses man, I come."

"Sorry," I said. "It's just that I was hungry for two hours. I'm starving. "

He smacked the back of my head, laughing softly as we walked down.

We walked to the dining room where my parents were already seated.

"Yo pops. How was work?" I said to my father.

"Yo pops? It looks like a kind of yogurt Popsicle.
We all laughed.
"And the work was very good, thank you."

"So, Vince," said my mother, herself excavation of spaghetti. "How were your classes today?"

"Today on Thursday. I have no classes on Thursday." He replied, scooping sauce in the dish.

"Oh, yes. Well Chase, how was school today?" She asked me instead.

"Okay," I said my mouth full.

"Do not talk with your mouth full." My mother said sternly.


I finished chewing and swallowing.
"Sorry mom."

"Now the school, it was beautiful? Is that all? "

"Well, it was just school. I guess the theater was fun."
Theatre course was fun, I could spend all this time with Holly.

"I'm glad you enjoy it." My mother said, smiling.

I went back to shoveling spaghetti into my mouth.

"Then Francis, How was your day at work?" My mother asked my father.

"It was a good day. This is the only way to explain Mary. He replied.
My father has done market research.

"Well," said my mother, and she smiled.

Currently, the phone rang, shrill and loud.

"I got it," I push my chair and walking on the phone.

"Hello?

"Hey, Chase?

"Yeah, that's me."

"Hey".

"Hey Anthony, what's up?" I asked.

"I was just calling to see if you can bring your book of science tomorrow, instead of me?"

"Of course. Why? "

"Well, I put mine on the table at my house and, uh, my mom kind of coffee spilled everywhere."

"Wow. Epic Fail."

"Yeah, ha, ha, I know."

"Hey dude, I gotta go, I'm eating dinner, so I'll see you later, okay?"

'Yeah, you see. "

I hung up the phone and walked toward the table, pulling my chair and sat down.

"Who was it Chase?" My mother asked.

"Anthony. A friend of the school."

"Oh. I know?" She says.

"I do not think so ... He has been here once, maybe twice. "

"Well what did he want?"

"Well, we share a textbook science because it does not make sense for both of us to lug it to school every day, and his mother spilled coffee on his own, then it I asked if I could get mine. "

"Ha, ha, she spilled coffee on it?" My father (always the goof ball) requested.

"Yeah."

"Wow epic failure."

I smiled.
"Hey mom thanks for dinner, but I gotta go do homework. I sighed.

"Okay honey, your welcome." She smiled.

I pushed my chair, getting up and taking my plate with me.
I went to the sink and rinse my plate, and it stuck in the dishwasher.

Here the main problem with this bit. It's all dialogue. And not only dialogue, dialogue is useless. All shows about these people is that they are a beautiful family, and they have good friends. .