I Just Don't Fit In

Chapter Two: Rumor Has It.....

🔝🔝🔝A picture of Battle( he's a lot bigger). Isn't he just hug - able? Lucky Saph.

I wish I had the responsibility it takes to have a dog. Oh well. We don't always get what we want, right?

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Wet. That's the first thing that comes to mind as I slowly open my eyes. Why am I wet? Mostly on my face?

Opening my eyes, I find the reason behind the whole thing, sitting on my bed with a goofy smile.

Battle, my dog. He attacks me with more of his slobbery kisses and I giggle while trying to pry him off me. Key word, trying.

Battle is the biggest dog I've ever seen and that says a lot for someone who volunteers at the animal shelter. He weighs around a hundred or so, almost taking up the whole bed with his massive size. Did I mention he's a red nose pitbull?

Mom almost shitted herself when she saw me coming home with Battle the first time. I volunteered at the local animal shelter and they brought in a huge dog with cuts and claw marks all over his body. The moment I saw him, I wanted him more than anything. So I took him under my wing and he was the sweetest thing. Then when he was in better condition, the shelter allowed me to adopt him.

I argued with my parents over keeping Battle. It was actually the first time Dad and I took different sides. But lucky for Battle, I can be really stubborn if I wanted to be. Now a two years later, Battle is treated like another member of the family. The cutest member that is. With brown tan-ish color and a patch of white in the front. He drools a little too. Okayy, maybe a lot.

Battle and I play around a little longer until I hear Scarlett yell from downstairs.

"10 minutes Saph!"

Shit. Not again.

I gently shove Battle off me and scramble out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I don't even make it to the bathroom because I trip over some clothes on the floor. Damn it. Remembering my glasses, I snatch them off the nightstand; running to the bathroom. Deciding to skip on showering, I quickly brush my teeth.

"5 minutes!" What the hell?!

Why am I rushing to get ready? Let me explain. Scarlett has a short temper, right? Of course. The last time I took my time getting ready, Scarlett not only left me to walk to school but threw my school bag in the school dumpster. It took me two fuckin hours to find it. The girl is crazy and has no clue what the word 'patience' means!

I randomly throw on some ripped jeans, a Beatles T-shirt and tying a red flannel shirt around my waist. I wear my hair down with a black beanie on and race down the stairs; Battle right behind me.

Scarlett is waiting by the door with her usual morning scowl. She's wearing her usual attire; grey sweats and a Nike t-shirt. Unlike the rest of us, Scarlett straightens her fiery wavy red hair. As always, its in a messy ponytail.

I turn around and bend down rubbing the spot behind Battle's ear. He happily wags his tail; like the cutie he is. The dog sitter should show up in few. I pet Battle one last time before slipping on my sneakers and make my way out of the house.

Mom and Dad bought a car for the four of us to share. We decided to buy a truck instead; the Tundra to be exact. The trunk is the main reason behind it. The car would always be crowded with extra bags or books. And that's where the trunk comes in handy. It's a sleek black truck, that we all fell in love with at the first sight.

I throw my bag in the trunk and hop in the back with Lilac. When Scarlett drives, no one wants to sit up front, for they value their life. Argent is the only one that is able to handle her crazy, over the speed limit driving. I would usually handle the the speed and all but Mom says the youngest should always sit in the back. Bullshit. Yet you still obeyed, huh? Inner me says.