Day: 9. August 2009

      Thunder boomed outside and lightning lit up my room. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 12:00. My room lit up and I heard my door open. Mum stood in the door way. “What are you doing, Mum?” I asked. “I wanted to check if you would let your kitten sleep with you.” “Umm…sure,”I agreed hesitantly. She handed me a tremblingbundle of fur. The kitten was so scared of the thunder and lightning that she was like an massage chair. Sleeping next to her was like sleeping next to a volcano that was about erupt.

    The sun streamed through the crack in the shades. Mum was shaking my shoulder gently. “Wake up. We over slept.” I got dressed and quickly ate my toast. I waited at the bus stop and brush my hair. I hadn’t had time to take a shower so I felt disheveled. The yellow bus stopped in front of the stop and I climbed on board. I plunkecd myself next to Danna and sighed. I was sure that today would be horrible.

I possess knowledge,

I know an entire language, maybe two,

I didn’t go to college,

To know, read me you should do.

You  say I don’t,

You  say I needn’t,

But how would you know?

How would you know?

I say I do,

I say I need it,

I would know,

I would know.

A friend is a piece of happiness,

Amidst other pieces,

Not necessarily sad nor joy.

It makes a friend stand out above the rest.

The sun beat down on us as we put up signs and worried about Buddy. Zack came to me and said,” All done, Emma.” I sighed and said,” I ran out of signs too. We walked back to our house. Mum was sitting on the couch reading Tom Sawyer. “How did it go?” We looked up and saw Jake, our older brother looking down at us. “Okay,” I said bitterly,” It might have gone better if you had agreed to help!” Just then the phone rang. Mum picked it up. “Hello? Yes…okay…Good.” She hung up and I blurted the questions that burned on my tongue,” Is it about Buddy? Did they find our dog!??” Mum looked at me in surprise then it softened,” No, dear. That was Mrs. Jones from the book club.” I ran from the living room to my room and slammed the door. I fell on my bed and sobbed. I missed Buddy. He would come up to my and lick away any tears that were on my face. I got Buddy on my tenth birthday and he was my puppy but he loved everyone and everyone loved him. Now he was gone! I had woken that morning and went down to the kitchen to let him out and give him his breakfast like I did every morning. But when I got there the door was open and Buddy was gone.

My door opened and my mother stood there framed in the door way.

She told me like always that everything would be okay, But it wasn’t it just wasn’t without Buddy. Everything was better when Dad was around but too bad he was long gone. He was my baseball coach along time ago and a darn good one at that. I was like the real meaning of Daddy’s girl but now I’m just little old Emma Jenheart from down the street. It’s hard being the only girl who likes to play baseball it’s just not right that Buddy has to leave too. My Dad used to be my favorite family member the one who understood me. He was the one who called me Emmy my favorite nickname, now the only person who calls me that now is my neighbor Tommy. I may be fourteen but I have the heart of a kindergardener.

I ran outside and knocked on Tommy’s door. Tommy’s mom answered and Tommy walked right outside beside me. “Tommy, I need a favor”, I said in the voice Mom used to use on Dad. “Yeah, Emmy”? He asked. “Can you help me find Buddy? He ranaway and Mom doesn’t have the gas to go looking for her in the old Cab”, I said quietly. Tommy nodded and we ran towards the place Buddy, Tommy, and I used to play as todlers. When we got there I was amazed to find Buddy under the shed by the graveyard. “Here, boy. Come here, Buddy”, I said making motions. Buddy ran over to me and licked my toes because I was barefoot. “Buddy! Hey Pal”, Tommy laughed rubbing behind Buddy’s ears. “Thanks for helping, Tommy”, I said quietly. Tommy looked over at me then asked, “Have you been crying”? I sniffed and nodded. “Buddy was a gift from my Dad. He was the last thing my Dad ever gave me before…before…the accident”, I sniffed. Tommy nodded and I laughed, “Dad always called me his Lost Dog  because I was always here at the shed”. Tommy laughed and gave me a smile. “I remember, Emmy just know forever you’ll be my Lost Dog”, Tommy laughed. “That was really cheesy”, I laughed. “I know that’s why I said it, Emmy”, He laughed.

And I guess we lived happily ever after……..