One smart, gorgeous, badass woman with an attitude. Graduated from Harvard University as one of the youngest doctors due to her intelligence. Took countless extra classes to numerous credits. Vowed to speak every language her schools could teach her...
It was the next morning and I groaned. I feel something move at my feet, making my eyes shoot open in shock. I rip the sheets off my body and check what was moving in my bed. I sigh in relief when I see it is just Kade. "Hi Kade." I smile as I scratch my dog behind his ears. He whines, and I sigh knowing why.
I almost forgot him at the hospital with the guard. I felt so bad, and I still do honestly. "I'm sorry Kade. Why don't we go to PetCo and get some of your favorite treats?" He looks up at me with his puppy eyes that I can never ignore. He uses his cuteness against me and I hate it. "We can get new toys too?" He barks and gets up, licking my face. I laugh and get up, "You're such a spoiled dog, but I love you." I smile and stroke his head and get up, walking to my bathroom and take a shower. After, I walk out and go to my closet to pick out my clothes. I do not have work today so I decide to dress casually but cute.
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I grab my white Nike socks, as well as my Air Jordan 4's that I slip on. I walk out of my bedroom and go downstairs to the glass sliding door, leading to the backyard. I stand there with the door open and wait a few seconds. Soon, I hear Kade running down the stairs and zooms past me straight into the grass. I close the sliding door after him and start filling up his food and water bowl, while I let him do his business outside.
After I finish I open back the glass doors and let Kade back in, watching him run straight to the front of his bowls. He sits down right in front of them, waiting ptiently while I walk to his side. "Go ahead." I give him his command and watch as he wastes no time digging into his breakfast. I pet his head before walking back upstairs and up to my bathroom once again. I stare at myself in the mirror, indecisive about what to do with my hair again.
Why is it so hard to be a girl?
I think to myself. Us women have to go through child birth, if not we go through a week of bleeding and pain. We have to worry about how perfect we look, and how we perceive ourselves to others. We have to make sure we are acting like a lady. We have to deal with all the sexist people out there, and we go through so much shit. Well fuck them all.
