Chapter 15: Dog days.

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                     Thursday. Same old boring school day. I stayed back at school because to talk with my homeroom teacher concerning my grades. To be honest, I'm not really excelling in my studies so I really need to step up my game if I wanna survive high school. It was around 1.30PM when I exited the school compound. 

                      Today, I feel like taking a longer route back home. I don't know why, but I just feel like it. So I made a few turns here and there. I was on a straight road, my left and right are full of bushes. There was no car ahead nor behind me. The feeling to push this bike to the limit is growing. As soon as I was about to speed up, something came out of the bushes! I quickly halted and heard my tyres screeching. I was in shock. "The fuck was that?," I asked myself. And then, I heard a noise that sounded like a whimper. I looked left and right. Nothing. I looked over my gauge and there it is. A puppy. 

                      I got down and picked it up. It looks so cute. It's white in colour and has this brown patch on its left eye till its left ear. "Are you lost little puppy? Well you're coming home with me okay? You cool with that?," I talked it out with the puppy. Of course it won't understand but at least it knows I'm not a bad person. I think. I got on the bike and put the puppy on my crotch. "HANG ON TIGHT PUPPY!!" 

                       "It's a he," dad said to me. "How can you tell?," I asked, amazed at how he knows its gender. "Well son, you simply look at his.. Umm. You know, 'ding dong', " dad explained. He has this collar that stated his name was Fytch. Fytch the puppy. I gave Fytch a drumstick to eat. "Can we keep it?," I asked dad, full of joy, while watching Fytch eating. "Whatever, as long as I don't clean up the mess." i was already smiling from ear to ear upon hearing that. 

                       I did a research on Fytch and he appears to be a Jack Russell terrier. I couldn't care less about doing my homeworks. I gave Fytch a bath, played with him, and even slept with him.  He looks even cuter when he's sleeping.  I know I sound like a girl right now, but if you were to be in my shoes, you would say the same. 

                      It was all good for like only one week. Nightmare started when I went to the pet store to get a bowl and his dog food for Fytch with Willy. Willy saw a notice in front of the pet store that says it's looking for Fytch. The notice stated: "MISSING DOG: Jack Russell terrier, has brown patch on right eye, male, has collar with the name Fytch written on it. Reward will be given to anyone who found it." "Dude, you're so gotta give the dog back," Willy said. I just kept quiet. I went home and Willy was playing with the Xbox in the living room. I was at the back. I looked deep into Fytch's eyes. Fytch licked me in the face. I didn't even stop him. WIlly went to the back and said that Juliette was at the door. Fytch followed me to the door. I guess we both got closer than expected. 

                       Juliette took notice of Fytch and picked him up. "You never told me you had a dog!," she said, full of excitement. "Because it ain't mine Jules," I replied, full of sadness. Calm sad, not sad as in crying sad. You get what I mean. 

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