Even Stars Need Dark To Shine

Absolutely not

I woke up to the dreaded day. The sun was shining, birds where chirping, and there was a gentle breeze. You'd think there would be a thunderstorm on the day I dreaded most, but it was a perfect day. As if the whole neighborhood was saying "OK Jen! Rise and shine! Get outta here!" Oh, my name's Jen by the way. Jen Dogwood. My friends call me Dandy because of my happy mood all the time. Certainly not today. I started to roll up my sleeping bag when Katsy opened her eyes and looked at me. "Morning." Her voice sounded as dreadful as I was feeling. "Morning." I said tiredly. Katsy looked like her dog had just died. Literally. That's how sad she was. After I packed my things, I went down to breakfast where Katsy's mother had made scrambled eggs, bacon, grits and toast, along with a yogurt parfait. Katsy's mom was a really good cook. After we had finished breakfast, Katsy went upstairs and came back with a present, wrapped and everything. I held back tears and tore it open like I was seven again, and it was a picture of me and my best friends, Sal, Katsy, Sasha, Vanessa, Ellie, and Chloe. I wiped my eyes and hugged Katsy, she didn't have to say anything. I knew it was a going away present. When I finally had to leave, I hugged Katsy again. "Bye, Kats." "Bye, Dandy. Promise to call or text." "I will." "Don't forget." "I won't." "Everyday." "OK." "Get yourself a cute guy, send me a picture of him." I laughed. That was the Katsy I knew. "Alright, Katsy." We pulled away and I got my three dogs and two cats into our six-seated SUV. Skipper, my Collie, whimpered as if he didn't want to go. "Believe me boy, I don't feel any better about it than you do." My mom was named Leona, she looked nothing like me. She had jet black, wavy hair, and she had dimples. I wish I had dimples. I looked at her as I lifted my black, orange, and white cat into the car. Her name was Spiffy, and she meowed loudly with protest as I put her in. I'm adopted, so I call my mom Leona, and my dad Jerry. My dad, Jerry, had dark brown hair and a intense tan. They don't mind me calling them by thier first names, because we're very close. "Ready to go, hon?" She asked me as she climbed into the driver's seat. I rolled my eyes and said "Absolutely not." I didn't have much of a choice, so I climbed in the back seat and we started out long, long drive to the airport.

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