The first thing I had to do was give Tookie a bath. His first ever bath. Safe to say, he wasn't very fond of it. His blue eyes looked up at me like, "Mommy, why are you doing this to me?"

Because you rolled in mud a few hours before we were supposed to get into my Aunt's car. My Aunt's White car. That is why, Toklata. You did this to yourself. You couldn't have waited to be the wolf dog you really are?

I put the soap on my hands and start giving him his first bath, and to my surprise he kinda liked it towards the end. Tookie was a small puppy, so he was getting his bath in the sink. After I got all the soap off him, I picked him up and put a towel around him for a few reasons. One; I don't want him to get cold. Two; I don't want him to shake.

I walked around with him in my arms for a while, watching the movers do their job. I end up in my now empty bedroom. The Harry Potter mural I painted with my mother is the only thing that remains.

I think back to when we painted this mural. It was a warm spring day. The windows were open, Miranda was outside yelling and screaming with her friends. We talked about how fast Miranda was growing up; she was going to be six soon. We laughed and talked, and I remember how beautiful my mother looked when she was happy. She was in her late thirties, but she didn't look it. Her brown hair was long and slightly curly, and her green eyes were the color of the grass. Her olive skin was the same as mine, and we had the same hair color. Other than that, I looked nothing like my mother.

My mind drifted to what she looked like now, and I knew that the image would never leave me. I would never forget the day I had to go to the morgue, point at my lost family members, and do my best to recognize them. Miranda was the hardest. The small body that was so full of childlike life…it was gone. Everybody was gone.

"Matilda, sweetheart, it's time to go…" My Aunt's voice spoke up, pulling me out of my current trance. I let out a small curse under my breath when I realize I was crying. Stop it, me. Don't be a baby. At this point, Tookie, who had been licking my arm in a way to say it was okay, stopped and looked at my Aunt. I don't think he could figure out her pink hair and…different…fashion taste.

Then again, my Aunt couldn't figure Tokie out either.

"I swear he looks more like a bear then a wolf," she said with a small laugh. I couldn't disagree. Tookie was a German Shepard mixed with a wolf, so it resulted in him having brown fur that was soft and fuzzy to the touch.

I shrugged. "I guess he does

"Do you want a few more minutes up here?" My Aunt asked, trying to help the best she could. Typical Agatha. If I remember my father's story correctly, she helped plan my parents wedding.

"No, I'm ready to go. Thanks for asking though," I said before walking out the doorway and down the stairs. The same stairs that at age eight, me and my brother had tried to be Kevin from Home Alone and slide down the stairs on our sleds. Just like with Kevin, it didn't work. Only Drake and I didn't go flying out the door, we slammed into it. I remember Jessie, my older sister, having a panic attack. We weren't even bleeding that much, she just didn't like blood. She was a prissy girl, and always was. I have to admit she had her good moments though. Sure, she was bossy, and girly, and really hard to please sometimes, but she did love her family and wasn't afraid to show it. I respected her for that.

I walked outside, and look at the neighborhood for one last time. It's not one of those neighborhoods were all the houses look the same like on Despicable Me. Here, every house has its originality.

For example, the Anderson's' house down the street. Every Christmas for as long as I could remember, they would go crazy with the decorations. Blow-ups on the roof, on their one bush, and of course in their yard. Lights would cover their house from the roof to the ground. I never figured out how they got in and out of their house as the lights covered their front door.

I don't know how long I stood there in my thoughts, but it must have been a while, because a mover basically ran me over. I guess he didn't want Agatha to change her mind and have him do something else.

Fucking ass

I didn't fall over luckily though, considering I was still holding Tookie in my arms. I would have chased him down if he caused my dog to get hurt. I shake it off and slowly approach my aunt's car. She has a mover driving the truck, so we can take her car and not have to worry. The thing about my Aunt's car is it's white and perfect. I don't own white clothes for a reason, and it's because anything white and me don't mix. Whether it be Tookie shaking, or me somehow getting mud on it, anything white just…doesn't work for me.

Being careful to keep everything clean, I get in the front seat and relax slightly. Okay, it's easy going now.

"You can put him in the back if you want so he has more room," My Aunt suggested, and I get out and do as she suggested. I came back and sat down, not knowing what to say.

"Homeward bound," My Aunt said with a chipper smile. To chippy for my taste.