Ch.1

I am only in the car now. My father is driving, and he's keeping an eye on the road seeing of the other cars passing by. Man, I wish I could drive right now. Maybe I'll learn when I'm older. My father parks the car and we are in front of Dr. Armadillo's. It's chop where I have once been to make a regiment change on my diet. I look around only to see all the other children predators sitting out there. Some were crying, starting with a cub of a lion. He was sucking his thumb after having a trauma trouble with the shock-collar experience.

"Dad!" I began to tug at his waste of his blue and orange stripped pants, of his business suit, "maybe we should come back another time. It seems rather busy. And my legs are getting tired."

"I can fix that," my mother says, she hoists me up to sit on her shoulders. I scowl, that's not what I had in mind. "Is that better?"

"No. I don't want to wear a shock collar. And put me down." My mother puts me back down on the ground. My father bends down to look me straight into my green eyes, which my mother admires so much.

"It's the law. I'm sorry."

"The law for predators is stupid. I hate it. I don't want to wear it. I hate going to the doctor and I don't want a shock collar."

"Nicholas there's nothing to be afraid of. The shock collar isn't scary it's your friend. Trust me I have been here before and I had to get mine on. It's easy. Never hurts."

I look around the room. I see a bear going near a water fountain. Before I know it water splashes onto the shock collar and the bear gets an electric shock! He passes out on the ground and nurses are called over to retrieve him.

"My parents are trying to kill me!" I begin to look around for a decoy to get away from this appointment. I needs to find an excuse, and I thought of it right when I sees the boys' bathroom door down the hall. I begin to jiggle up and down, while crossing my legs. "Mom!" I am excellent at theater and being manipulative, "I need to go to the bathroom before I'm called puddles."

It's common for me. I have always had a weak bladder. Born with it. She looked over at my father who is waiting in line and sighs, "Jim can you please take our son to the bathroom, before he ruins the good carpet of the office?"

"No. I don't want…" I began to shout, she looks at me funny, "I mean I would like to go to the bathroom myself I'm only eight in a half. I can do it."

"Do you promise to come back?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

I fooled her. I turn around smiling with a sneaky expression on my face of happiness. I'm going to get away with this. I decided to head into the bathroom first to make it look like I'm going to the bathroom. When I walked in I heard sobbing. I frown, I never hear sobbing before from anyone other than myself. That's another thing of me, I'm highly hyperactive and emotionally unstable. It's easy to fool my mother into thinking I'd come back to her. The truth is I'm going to be running away and hiding from the doctor. I'm not wearing a shock collar.