Dunkin Donuts: A Short Story

It was the day after Thanksgiving when I woke up. It was like it always was when I woke up, my mom and my younger brother downstairs first, and my dad and older brother upstairs. This time we had family friends,exhausted from the 8 hour drive from D.C. who were obviously still sleeping. There was only one person from the group that I enjoyed talking to and that was Ian. Although my family and friends that were staying were already full from the previous meal, my mom decided to bring in donuts from Dunkin Donuts.
“Peter, I’m thinking about us going to Acadia National Park in Maine for a day or two, what do you think?”
“I don’t know, mom, I guess.”
She then asked my brother who seemed pretty excited about it. I ate half my breakfast before