Alexander

11

I walked home from the park alone. John had to go the other way to Target to pick up something for Martha. Martha was nice, I like her. She's a year or two younger than John and I, but she's so mature.

I kicked some leaves off the sidewalk. I looked up, noticing a squirrel sitting on one of the tree branches above me. I stopped walking, watching it in curiosity. It suddenly frantically clawed at the branch, slowly falling off. I watched as the squirrell fell out of the tree. It landed a foot away from me, on it's back. I stared at it as it didn't move at all. I slowly walked over to it.

One of it's front arms was bent at a weird angle. I sighed to myself, knowing I would have to help it.

You're too nice for your own good, Alex.

I set my backpack down, getting one of my binders out to slide under the squirrel. It wasn't moving, so I figured it wouldn't attack me. He had huge, brown eyes.

He stared into my soul.

I grabbed my bag, putting it on while still holding the animal.

I should name it.

Dylan Anthony Hamilton. That works.

I continued my walk down the sidewalk, checking on Dylan every few seconds. I googled the nearest pet hospital, which was about five blocks away.

"Alright, Dylan. Let's go get you fixed up. Does it hurt a lot?"

He just stared at me, his tail twitching.

"I'm sorry. I'll speed walk so we get there sooner."

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"Hi, this squirrel fell out of a tree? I think he has a broken arm or something." I said to the lady at the front area.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Can we fix his arm?"

"Yeah, I guess.. Take a seat and we'll be with you shortly." She typed something into her computer.

I took Dylan into the seating area, speaking sweet nothings to him to help calm him down.

"Squirrel kid? They'll take you back now."