Hero: The 1% True Story of My Dog Buster

Chapter 1, In Which We Get a Look At The Daily Struggles of a Three-Year Old

I lick the spaghetti sauce off my chin, stab at a meatball, and slurp at another noodle. I'm being extra careful to use my fork, because Krystal doesn't like it when I use my fingers. That's one of the reasons why I like frozen chicken nuggets so much. You get to use your fingers and Krystal doesn't even care. In our house, frozen chicken nuggets are a delicacy, because Mom only buys them once a week. The only problem is that brownies might be a little better than chicken nuggets, even the ones shaped like dinosaurs. But no, I can't think such evil thoughts. Nothing beats chicken nuggets.
"Eat up, Juliet Rose," Krystal says,addressing my sister. "You too, Anna Amelia." She always calls us by our first and middle names.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. We rush to open it and just as I reach it, Juliet grabs the door handle and swings the door open, accidentally hitting my three-year old fingers with it. I'm about to start crying when I catch a glimpse of my parents holding a dog.