My Dog is a Werewolf?

Chapter 2

Unedited*

I woke up with Duke sprawled across the rug on his back, and to the jarring alarm I had set on my phone. Duke slowly rolled himself over and raised his head so he was on his stomach and looking at me.

"Morning Duke," I said giving him a quick pat on the head as I stumbled out of bed and began to prepare myself for yet another laborious day at work.

I grabbed a red and white blouse. It's the same style shirt I wore yesterday, but with a different color scheme. I have got quite the collection of these shirts from an assortment of thrift shops in the past year or two. Way more than I'm comfortable having. I quickly threw on a pair of dark pants before heading to the kitchen.

I quickly made Duke and I breakfast, mine comprised toasted waffles and his remained the same as his dinner, a cupful of kibble. After that, I headed into the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and applied casual yet subtle makeup. The three sporadic pimples on my forehead appeared as red as a fire truck against my pale skin so I made an extra effort to cover them with a little extra concealer. Last, I grabbed my phone out of the charger, my car keys, purse, and puffy jacket as I all but ran out the door.

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It was a slow day.

Fortunately, Amy and I had no puke to clean, but that was probably because there were at the most, thirty customers all day. Amy and I assume that is because it's getting gradually colder outside and most of the population of northern Minnesota didn't want to go through the undesirable hassle of getting up out of their heated homes to get in their cars with cold interiors to come here. I mean the heater here is basically broken too, so it makes sense.

It was Amy's day to lock up the diner, so I went to the small break room and grabbed my purse. I came back out and said goodbye to Amy, and that I'll see her tomorrow. I slid on my jacket and grabbed the car keys out of my purse as I'm walked to the door.

The glass door squeaked and a cold burst of wind bit at my skin but I ignored it and walked towards my car and unlocked it. I quickly slid inside and shoved the key into the ignition to start the engine. The car roared to life after a pause and I winced as an obnoxious radio station blared loudly into my ears. I must've forgotten to lower the volume again. I quickly grabbed the volume knob and twisted it quite far down and changed the channel to an upbeat alternative station.

As I was about to pull out, my cell phone began to chime. I put the car back into park and reached over to the passenger seat and riffled through all the junk I have in my bag. I made a mental note to clean this thing out the next time I got a chance. Finally, my hands securely wrap around the cold metal of my phone, bringing it into view, still ringing.

Incoming call: Dylan

I sighed before accepting the call.

"Hey. What do you need this time Dylan?" I asked knowing that there will be a request soon.

"Why can't I call my dear sister, who I love so very much, without needing something?" He questioned trying to seem innocent.

"What do you want?" I asked irritated. I know his games and I'm not playing.

"I was wondering if I could borrow two hundred bucks?" He implored.

"Dylan, no. I'm done lending you money. Get out of Kira's apartment and find yourself an actual job."

"I believe that being unemployed is considered an occupation. Therefore, I deem it a job. An actual job." He tried to argue but deep down it was obvious that he knew he's wrong.