Our online chocolate class ended early–then my twin sister, Akwelle, shouted from downstairs, Ha-Ha! That was so funny. You totally shut down the whole class! Didn’t you get my text?
I looked at my phone. No text.
We were supposed to be learning about the health benefits of chocolate–the real chocolate–the food of the gods chocolate–instead–unbeknownst to me– I became the main attraction- talking non-stop about another webinar attendee named SumoXL123deParis.
Akwelle started it though. I like his hair–but–his shirt is way too small and he has fatty-fat hands.
Embarrassing. But at least she knew when to turn off her mic.
His name ain’t Sumo for nothing, I said. And look at those cute, chubby-chub cheeks! I probably shouldn’t have drawn that picture, though. And that rap song I made up–Alone in a Food Truck–went way too far.
That’s when the class ended. Abruptly.
The next day– my twin sister’s text– finally– came in.
Dummy! Mute your mic!
I should get a new phone.