Keyla

Part 1: Ch. 6 Hometown

It has been, a few months, since that day. I had so much fun here, I played with Letti, and Danny, a lot, when I am not helping out in the kitchen. I'm not suppose to do so, but I money, but we both know you can't ask him for a raise, so I'm doing this to help keep your like to help in the kitchen, so Chef sneaks me in, and I help her cook. She loves almost everything I cook, saying it's the best ever. Teasing me, asking if I'm sure, I didn't work at a professional restaurant, sneaking in the kitchen cooking the food. But Letti and Danny changed not long after I started making money on my show. At first it was just ignoring me, then it got worse. I go play by self, avoiding them at all costs. I even sneak out, at night, and sneak some extra food to the workers, since they work hard and deserve it. They don't know it's me, but when I do it, they sometimes leave requests, at the door where I can see it, that they want for next time. The first note I recieved, asked why I do it. I simply, wrote out the answer. 'I do it because you guys work hard, and deserve some extra food, well actually you deserve more strength up, and to Thank you for all you guys' hard work. So again, Thank you for your hard work. Keep it up to.- Anonymous. Ps. If there is anything you guys want to eat just write it down, like you did, with this. I can't do it every day but, I will try my best to bring you more food when I can.' Then I sneak back into my tent, and go to bed. The ringmaster says, we will be stopping in my hometown soon.

"Really, When?" I ask

"You little- uh... I mean, Keyla, you don't worry about it, you just keep on doing a good job, okay?" he says

"Yeah, okay, thanks" I say as I sulk away.

It has been a few months since I sulked away, I am in the bus, when I hear someone complain, that their in the little town again. I cross over, and look out the window. My tails wagging like a dock, but I don't care. I recognize the trees, immediately. I am finally home.

"Hahahaha, What is it, girl?" teases one of the people in the bus.

I mumbled an answer, still looking in the window.

"What?" he asks

I look at him, with a child like wonder, and a huge smile on my face, that gets everyone's attention.

"Home." I say

I go back to stare in the window.

"Home?" asks everyone

Without looking from the window, because I'm so happy, to see my hometown I just want it to be a wonderful dream, and this is a picture that I can carry with me, forever.

"This is home, my hometown." I answer, in a dreamlike state