Marco is rich. He bought us first class tickets for a flight to New York on American Airlines. It was like heaven! It looked amazing and the food was gourmet. If Marco wasn`t my boyfriend, I could have never gotten a taste of first class. You see, it costs $1,000 each and extra depending on what you ask for. Marco demanded gourmet food. He doesn`t care about the cost of the things he buys.
I was fast asleep when Marco tugged on my sleeve. Still half-asleep I rudely asked, "What?" He looked sorry. "Oh, well I just wanted to say that our pizza is ready. It was made from a recipe by Rakel Rio- or something like that." He told me. Right away I blurted out " It`s Rachel Ray!" and ran to the lounge. Yum! I could smell the delicious pizza as the chef ( Joan Jones) took it out of the oven. I got first dibs. Then I saw her face. She looked familiar. But I just thought of my pizza, getting cold. I just sat on my chair and ate my pizza while watching my favorite show, Scooby Doo. I just wish I hadn`t thought only about pizza and monsters-not after what happened...
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