Personal Narrative Fiction

I close my locker the same time,
Luxora runs over and jumps on me. I know this might sound bad but, she's the only Asian I know that's as ditzy and boy crazy as a stereotypical blonde. I don't exactly know how we became friends, but maybe I'm just losing my memory.

She gossips about boys and shoes as she pulls me to French. I really can't help slowly zoning out, I nod along and laugh at the right places, but she caught on I wasn't listening after the eighth laugh.

"Yoohoo? Anything in there?" She knocks on my forehead, with a pause. "No? Figures.. That head of yours is hollow as an acorn." She giggles and I playfully scowl at her.

"Oh? I'm the one with the hollow head? Says the girl that didn't know that wearing bunny socks, would cause her gran's

Make him tug hard, you say? Okay!" I call to him. He groans loudly, as I click my tongue to make Felix tug harder.

After a few moments, he breaths out. "Fine, Fine! You vin! I won't make ya wear a milkshake costume and sing what yur milkshake brings to zee yard! Just get 'em off me bacon pants." His slight accent comes through with each breath.

Even though Felix knows French commands, he only listens to me and Samien. I grin, and whistle with my fingers, making Felix pauses his tugging, he turns his head, in a 'do I have to?' type of way. I raise a brow, he runs over, and licks my face.

I giggle. "Felix! Recule, recule!" He backs up immediately on command. I pat his head "bon garçon." He was my birthday present last year from Sully and Jed.

I place Felix's food and water in front of him and back away quickly, muttering "mange" and he digs in happily. I turn back to my dad and he puts his chin on his fist.

"So... If it's not hooky, then why are you home so early, mon petit pois?" He trails off, even though his tone is playful, I can tell he is trying to hide the tired bags from his eyes.

I ignore it for now and put my own fist under my chin. "I could ask you the same thing,