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If I'm allowed to be honest here, as I child I never cared much for life outside my own...I know it sounds crazy seeing as how I'm more friendly now I a singer but I wasn't like that. Harsh to outsiders, quiet and distant at school. I...never really opened up to anybody other than my mom. My sister hated me and my brother was very supported of me. Thank god for my brother Morgan right? But um, I was never mentally present outside of making demos with Ben and being at home. But it wasn't until that one night of walking home extra late from detention in grade school that changed me. I hated the fifth grade but that day was very...interesting. He showed me there was more to life than pain, silence and awkwardness. I'm thankful for that cold Friday. I love seeing the world through his electric blue eyes.
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March 16, 1981
Friday
Mariah stared at the small Siberian Husky that laid in her arms.
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She smiled," I guess you're safe now little guy." The baby husky blinked its big eyes at her and she laughed. Mariah continued to walk home as the puppy nestled close to her body, enjoying the heat and the soft walk like sitting in a rocking chair. That night, Mariah kept her earphones off and didn't press play on her cazzette tap of music from Aretha Franklin and Minnie Riperton. She walked, smiled, chuckled and rubbed to puppy's head all the way home.
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"You gonna keep it?" Morgan asked, watching the dog curiously. Mariah laughed as it pounched on her math homework paper, with a small bark. "Come on," She said," I'm trying to do my homework." The puppy got into pounce position, waving its tail up in the air. It looked at her with bright, happy eyes and a new found warmth of an owner and friend. "Flint," Mariah said with a laugh," Sit." The dog turned its head to the side before sitting down. "That's so cool." Morgan breathed, stratching a finger against its head. Flint moved his head slightly so the older boy scratched a certain spot in between its ears. His tail tapping against the carpet softly in a soft, hyper enjoyment.
"So, you're not really naming him Flint?" Morgan asked," Are you?"
"I don't know," Mariah replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "It just...feels right."
Morgan rolled his eyes," Lame."
"Flint," She called. The puppy stood at attention, like a soldier waiting in command for his queen's orders. "Attack," She playfully ordered, pointing at Morgan. Flint ran the boy and pounced on his chest before whacking him softly with his tail in his face and licking his cheek. Mariah laughed as Flint finished his tiny, adorable attack before running back to her paper pouncing on it again. She laughed even more as he took her wooden pencil and scurried under her empty backpack and came back without the pencil. Mariah chuckled as he came back and walked up to her. Their noses touched before she rubbed his head and he let out a small, cute, high pitched bark. "I think this will be forever." Mariah said with smile.
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Mariah's Point of View...
Flint has always been with me wherever I go. Backstage on talk shows, private jets and the studio. He's my main supporter from home besides Morgan and my mom. He's helped me a lot even though he's a dog. I wouldn't have changed a thing that cool night, despite the fact that Ms. James ruined my day. He's my loveable wolf and I wouldn't have wanted any other dog.
