What Is My Place Here?

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They watched as she drew blood from my front left leg. I didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Long story short, I now shared the canines fear of the vet. When back home melody looked heartbroken. I felt my ears flatten a little as I whined and pushed my head under her arm. "Where are these motions coming from? Am I becoming more of a dog?" I thought. She seems to know what I was asking, i don't know how she does it. "Tomorrow's school. Mom and dad don't know how to feed you. And I think you'll get bored." She stated. "Hmmm, yes that is a problem. Maybe I can nap the day away like I always wanted!" I thought. She got on the bed and turned the TV on. She motioned for me to get on the bed as well, but I declined. I then did the dream circle and layed down, and sleept.
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Waking up next morning, yeah that was fun. Note the sarcasm. I woke up to melody's mom, like she always told me, screaming "Wake up! Wake up!" over and over till melody got up and got ready for school. I used my nose to smell for melody's school clothes and opens the drawer for her. "Thanks, Sapphire." She said softly, as so her parents didn't hear. She grabbed the clothes and got dressed, with me looking the opposite direction of course. Afterwards, I watched her leave and go to her bus stop. Suddenly I smelt food. Using my nose, I saw that melody forgot her lunch. Normally she didn't like her lunch but it smelt like cookies. Putting the strap between me teeth I went out and in the elevator. Glancing at a person's phone I had around ten minutes to make it to melody before she leaves. Once the door open I flew in the lobby and outside, melody's dad saw me with her lunch and smiled. I made to her in two minutes since her stop wasn't far. The other students waiting watched me with fear. "Luna? What are you doing here?" Melody asked. I then dropped her lunch in front of her feet. "My lunch! Thanks!" She said then stratched behind my ear.

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