"Jesus Gloria! I can't believe this!" My dad was yelling at my mom.
"Rick you have to believe me! Don't break up this family; Olive has already been through enough," She pleaded.
"I can't," Dad replied, "I can't go on like this…"
He took his suitcase and wheeled out the door.
I was perched upstairs in my room. A pillow pressed up against my chest. Tears rolling slowly down my face.
My parents had got along before. Like, BEFORE my dad found out about George (Mom's colleague). Or A.K.A the person she was having an affair with.
I couldn't stay here; I needed to go somewhere. A quiet place.
Grabbing my phone I rushed downstairs. Taking one pathetic look at my mother, the woman I had looked up to for so long, I ran out.
I discovered a place in the park. It seemed vaguely familiar, like in a dream or something. Looking around, I saw something ,out of the corner of my eye, sticking up and out of the grass.
I walked over and squinted; it looked like it had something engraved.
R.I.P Best frog in the world.
And then it came to me…

"Teddy?" I poked at my frog, "Teddy? You okay?"
She didn't seem okay.
"I need warm water!" I took her cage with me downstairs, bumping into dad in the process.
"Sorry dad!"
"Olive," He sighed, "slow down kiddo,"
I went past him and put some water in the microwave.

"She's gone," I cryed.
"Teddy was an old frog, we'll get you another one," Mom consoled.
"I don't want another one! I want Teddy," I put her in my pocket and ran.
I ran all the way down the street to the local park. I saw a quiet place under a cherry tree.
I began to dig, throwing up mounds of dirt as I did it.
"H-hey-HEY! STOP!"
I turned around and saw 7 year-old Fletcher sitting with a blue crayon in his hand and a piece of paper.
Oh, he also had a bunch of dirt on his head.
"Sorry," I apologized wiping off all the dirt.
"Thanks," He said fixing his glasses.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked.
"My mom told me to go outside and play but then I would be closer to the big kids, so I came here instead," He informed, pushing his glasses up to his nose again. Then he noticed Teddy.
"I'm sorry what happened to her,"
Another tear rolled down my cheek.
Fletcher came over to me and took Teddy. He placed her in the hole and covered her up with dirt. Then he looked around, found a piece of broken tree trunk, and carved into it.

R.I.P Best frog in the world

"There, now you'll never forget her," He smiled a crooked grin.

"I miss you," I sobbed touching her grave gingerly.