Lilly was eight at the time her goldfish, Nemo died. She had Nemo for only a month. Yet she was connected to that little fish. Lilly's favorite part of the day had been feeding Nemo. She loved watching the little pellets of foods rain down onto Neomo. Naomi's reaction was always the same. He would freeze in place all of a sudden when he had seen his food. After a couple of seconds he would run behind one of his little plastic trees and hide. A few more seconds would pass before he started swimming after the food. Once he had passed Lilly couldn't look forward to feeding Nemo anymore or watching him swim around. Her mom told her that she could get a new goldfish. Lily refused for she believed that no other fish would be as good as Nemo. Besides she would feel like she had betrayed him.
Three years later...
"The rain has stopped mom!" I yell to mother. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to see some puddles.
"Ok hun. Just dont stay out to long we are going out to diner soon." My moms voice shouts back.
I smile and run outside looking left and right for a puddle. There's a lot only, none seem to be big enough to make a splash in. Wait....there's one! Looks big enough too! I jump and jump running to and fro when a roll of thunder booms. If there's one thing I know it's that thunder means lightning. Lighting means danger. So naturally I run under my favorite tree for protection. I'll be safe here. I hear another louder boom and I scurry up the old tree. "I'll be safe here." I keep repeating to myself." Maybe I should make a run for the house. Only thing is would I make it...? I think back to the little goldfish I had when I was younger, he was afraid of his food so why should I be afraid of thunder and lightning? Under my breath I tell myself, "Here goes nothing."
_____Authors Note_____
So I just wrote this randomly. I have no idea why I wrote a whole paragraph about a little girls dead fish. I mean not weird at all...😐 I hope this picture can make up for the weird story though.