What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 2- Spankingly Wakingly Great

Chapter 2- Spankingly Wakingly Great

I parked the black BMW on the driveway that was owned by my dad, and switched off the ignition. I ran up to my front door after I locked the car, and opened it with a yell, "I'm home!" Until I remembered dad was still at work.

He usually worked from 8:30 a.m. to 10 p.m. When he first told me he was going to work as an officer, I was surprised. I sort of calculated it was about mom. Often I would catch him wondering about her in his office, assuming there's a chance she's alive. And it disintegrates my heart that I had to convince him, she's no more. Besides that, he earned a great amount of cash and enjoyed his job. That was the reason why he could afford that ravishing car. But sometimes, because of work we can't devote time together. Nevertheless, he's the most supreme dad I could possibly have.

When I shut the door, I realised that the house was filled with deafening silence. My footsteps echoed in the room, since it was quite vast, I'll admit it was embracing. There were picture frames scattered across the white walls with photos of me, mom, and dad. The floor was made up of marbled tiles; white and black merged together. There was a humongous chandelier from the ceiling, hanging down with all its crystals casting orbs around the room. The smell of jasmine swayed past my nose, sending my spine to shivers; reminding me of how much it smelt like mom.

That was when I heard a blaring bark coming from the kitchen. Before I knew it, I was tackled onto the floor by a dog. "Hey buddy." I giggled as he began to sloppily moisten my cheeks. "Have you been a good boy?" I sang as he carried on jumping around while panting, I could hug this dog until the world felt right again. My hands brushed through his soft, golden brown, curly fur, allowing his warm temperature to warm my hands.

He seemed like he could do with a walk. "Come on Reese." I jumped up off the floor as he skipped to follow me, and quickly grabbed his orange leash, attaching it to his collar.

We entered the park as we walked down the path, scattered with rocks and dirt. The smell of damp grass rang through my nose. The lack of flowers suggested that autumn was near. I felt a brittle stick, snapping into half under the light weight of my foot. The harsh wind was clattering the dry leaves against the floor. And the sound of the young children laughing filled the air, as the sun shined brighter than ever before.

Once we found a spot on the dark, green grass, I released Reese from his collar. I grabbed the small fuzzy tennis ball from my bag and threw it, but he jumped up and caught it instantly between his teeth.

"Reese you're supposed to fetch." I said, laughing. "Let's try again, shall we."

I took the ball out of his mouth, covered in saliva, and made another toss. He didn't catch it this time. Instead, he watched the ball fall onto the ground. "Reese." I complained as came running back to me. "You're supposed to fetch," I repeated as he barked at me.

I need to learn how to speak dog language.

I ran and grabbed the ball from the floor, wiping any grass that was stuck to it. I looked down and instantly regretted wearing this skirt. The bottom seemed to have dirt all over, because of the damp grass. I was just going to have to live with it until I put it in the wash.

I swung the ball in a different direction as he started to chase it. "Yes, Reese!" I encouraged him, until he took the ball in his mouth and sat down. "Reese," I grunted and walked towards him. When he looked up he started to sprint away from me. "Naughty dog!" I yelled, chasing after him. "Come back, Reese!" I carried on running after him, but he strided in different directions.