Hey everyone this is my new Fanfic "No More Dead Dogs" or NMDD for short. I hope you all like it and hopefully you would leave a review at the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Or Old Shep, My Pal… and I'm not bashing the book just came to my mind when I read it.
ENTER… ROXAS STRIFE
When my dad was a helicopter pilot in Vietnam, he once rescued six Navy SEALs who were stranded behind enemy lines. He flew back using only his left hand, because the right one had taken a bullet. With the chopper on fire and, and running on an empty tank, he managed to outmaneuver a squadron of MIG fighters and make it safely back to home base.
That was my favorite story when I was a kid. It was also full of lies. The bullet "scar" on my dad's arm was actually left from a big infected pimple. And by the time I was old enough to do math, I realized that when the war ended in Vietnam, my father was fourteen.
I was pretty clueless, like little kids can be. I thought my parents had a great relationship. The only thing they argued about was lying. And even then the arguments were short: Mom wanted the truth, and Dad wouldn't recognize it even if it danced up and bi him on the nose. The more Dad lied, the more I told the truth.
My earliest memory was when my mom was complaining that the laundry had shrunken her new pants. "Your pants didn't get smaller, mommy," I assured her. "Your but got bigger."
Little kids always get away with those kinds of things so Mom just laughed it off. But she wasn't laughing three years later when the next-door neighbor asked my opinion on her light and fluffy cake. I thought it over. "It tastes like vacuum cleaner fuzz and the icing reminds me of antifreeze."
"Roxy, how could you say that?!" Mom asked me when we got home. "Mom," I asked. "Did dad really miss my birthday because he had a very important meeting?" it didn't matter if she didn't answer. I had already seen the hotel bill on the dining room table. The Desert Inn, Las Vegas.
I was more stuck on the truth than ever. For me, honesty wasn't the best policy; it was the only one. I used to wonder if things could have been different if I had the guts to tell my dad that he didn't have to be a CIA agent or a war hero. It was enough for me that he was just my dad.
I was so close one time. But just before I opened my mouth her said-" Roxy, did I ever tell you the time that I led a crew that put out oil well fires?" Oil well fires. So I gave up, and eventually, so did Mom. I was in the fifth grade when they got their divorce. By then, I wouldn't tell a lie at gun point.
So when Mr. Roberts asked us to write a book review for old Shep, my pal I wasn't trying to be rude or anything, I just gave him what I give everyone. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Old Shep, my Pal by Zach Paris is the most boring book I have ever read in my entire life. I didn't have a favorite character. I hated everyone equally. My favorite part was on the last page where it said "The End." This book wouldn't be any more interesting if it came with a cherry bomb. I wouldn't recommend it to my worst enemy.
Mr. Roberts scanned the first few lines, and glared at me, face flushing in anger. "This is defiantly not what I assigned!" I had nothing against Mr. Roberts at that moment. He was pretty okay. The kind of young teacher that tries to be "one of the guys", but most of the things he does is show how out of it he really is.
"Yes it is." I replied calmly, "you asked us to give on honest opinion, write our favorite part and character, and make a recommendation. It's all here." I said pointing at the paper for emphasis.
"Old Shep, my Pal was a classic!" roared the teacher. "Everybody loved it! It won the Gunhold award! It was my favorite growing up!" he turned to the rest of the class. "Right?"
There were mixed replies and mutters of reviews.
"Yeah, I guess it was okay."
"It wasn't too bad."
"Why was I so sad?"
"Exactly!" Mr. Roberts cried. "it was sad! A heartbreaking surprise ending!"
I shrugged. " Because the dog always dies. Pick up any book at the library with an award stcked and a dog on the cover."
"That's not true!" he protested.
"What happened to Old Yeller?" I challenged.
"Oh, alright," the teacher admitted. "So Old Yeller died."
"What about Sounder?" Olette added.
"And Bristle Face." Hayner added lazily.
"Don't forget where the red fern grows!" cried Kairi.
"Okay you've made your point." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "And I'll make mine. I expect a proper review. And you're going to give it to me- during detention!"
Oh boy Roxas… what have you gotten yourself into…
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So how was it? I got this idea from a book :)) I really liked it so I decided to write a fanfic with Roxas as the Protagonist. So would you kindly leave a review for this fanfic? It would mean a lot to me! :))