The Leaning Tower of Pizza

“No way, Kyle,” my friend Sarah says.

It’s lunchtime on my last day of school. Tomorrow I am going to Italy. I’m so excited I can hardly sit down.

“It’s true!” I say. “A whole tower made of pizza. It’s called the Leaning Tower of Pizza.”

“Do you think you can eat any of it?” Sarah asks.

“Of course!” I say. “It’s so big, it’s about to tip over. They want you to help eat it or else it will fall!”

I look at my school lunch. It is pizza with chunky cheese and only a little sauce. It was cooked in the microwave. Bleh!

I want to get to that leaning tower of pizza so bad, I would fly the plane myself!

The next day, I wake up early. I run to my parents’ bedroom with my suitcase.

“I’m ready!” I say.

“Slow down,” Mom says, yawning. “We haven’t even had breakfast yet.”