Draft #2!

Elizabeth Hinkler

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Creative Writing

My Dog, Cassandra!

Ever since the beginning of time, there has been one consistent goal every child needs to attain. This detrimental NEED to a kid's life is not so easy to grasp- one must survive the power struggle of the jelly-headed parents v.s brain-tastic child, survive the promises that the jelly-heads force you to make out of pure unhumane pleasure, and survuive the phenomenon that the jelly-heads call "not old enough yet." But one must face these challenges, for if else, that child will be blown into the depths of the despairing seas, to a small underwater cave that smells like doom and unhappiness, and failure. But for me, this goal was of utmost importance, to me, a life or death situation- the top of the world or the bottom of the garbage dump. It was me against the human race of parents, and I had to stand my ground. I took a major gulp, and pleaded for the 1,962nd time in my life to my dad…
“Daddy, can I have a Dog?”

Rats.

I had to start back at the bottom of the garbage dump once again. P.U.

And P.U. is what my parents say about dogs.

My very first breath out of the womb was my cry for a dog. I needed one.

What I say to my parents:

“Mommy, Daddy, can I have a dog?”

Their response:

“When you are older. Maybe.”

Clarification:

No. Not ever. Not in one million years. Not in two million years. Not even after garbage dumps decompose. Never.

Who said that fighting the jelly-headed parents would be easy? They are tricky, but if you know how to get yourself out of locked room filled with Parana, you are halfway there. Or possibly just really magical.

Why life is unfair:
Katherine, my best friend, runs up to my sister and I, shoving a dull picture of a dog in nature, squealing she’s getting a dog.

“Ooh! Isn’t he cute? His name is Cooooodyyyy! Don’t you just looove him? He’s mmmmmine!”

“Oh yep. That is one fine dog.” In my head, I grumble,

“Too bad he’s ugly. Kind of.”

My Fantasy Dog:

Cassandra Maybelle Hinkler.

Today Cassandra was sent to me in the mail. Right away I fed her some cocoa puffs and the marshmallows from Lucky Charms. We dressed up in genie sparkle outfits and went all over town with her new bedazzled collar and leash. My parents gave me that, along with matching tiaras for Cassandra and I!

My parent's newest ritual:
Describing the horrors of picking up dog poop.

The history of dogs according to my dad:

“Well, when I was young, my parents gave me a dog and it peed in my bed. It vacated the area the next morning. I have never had a dog since, nor do I want one. End of discussion."