Part 2
Balthazar and Vinnie were selling pistachios until they ran out.
"Okay, Balthazar." Vinnie told him. "We're out of pistachios. Time to head home."
"It's too bad that dog ate some." Balthazar stated. "We haven't gone through all of the lunches."
"Yeah." Vinnie agreed. "It is too bad, but we did, and have nothing else to sell. Let's pack up, tell the principal, and get out of here."
"One bag of pistachios please." A kid told Balthazar, handing him a dollar bill. Balthazar looked at him.
"Sorry, kid." Vinnie said to him. "We ran out." The kid looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean you ran out?" He asked.
"We ran out. A dog came in here, and ate a lot."
"A likely story."
"Well, believe it. Because that is what happened."
"I don't buy it."
"Well, whether you buy it or not, kid, we're not selling you pistachios, because we ran out." The kid gave them a glare, and then was off.
"I feel bad for that kid." Balthazar stated.
"Yeah, me too." Vinnie agreed. "But, what can you do? We ran out of pistachios." He and Balthazar resumed on packing.
Milo, Zack, and Melissa were walking to their bus after school when Milo saw Amanda trying not to slip while walking towards her bus.
"Be right back." Milo told his friends. "I want to help Amanda so she doesn't slip. You be careful not to slip either, guys." He looked at Zack. "Especially you, Zack. You don't want two broken arms, or leg, or legs, all three, or worse."
"Trust me, Milo." Zack told him. "That was my plan all the time, and I think I can say the same for Melissa."
Amanda screamed as she was about to fall when Milo grabbed her arm. She looked at him.
"Milo, what are you doing?" She wanted to know. "Your bus is that way."
"I know." Milo admitted. "But, I saw you were having trouble on the ice, and wanted to help." Amanda smiled.
"Thanks, Milo. You're such a sweet guy."
"My pleasure. Come on, I'll help you to your bus." They went towards Amanda's bus.
Milo let go of Amanda as soon as they were at her bus. Amanda was about to thank Milo again when she slipped and fell into the snow.
"Amanda, you okay?" He asked. "I guess I let go too early." Amanda stood up, and rubbed her head.
"There's something hard in the snow." She said. Milo was confused.
"Hard?" He bent down, and dug in the snow. He smiled when he saw a stop sign. "Hey, it's Elliot's stop sign!" He dug until the sign was free of the snow. He grabbed it. He saw Elliot in the distance with another stop sign. "I better return this to him." He went off again.
"Hey again, Elliot." Milo greeted him.
"What do you want, Milo?" Elliot questioned. "Are you here to steal this stop sign as well?"
"No, I came to return something to you." Elliot then saw the stop sign in Milo's hands, and snatched it from him. "Thank you for returning something that you stole."
"No problem, and again, I didn't steal it. It was in the snow. You must have dropped it earlier when you were here this morning."
"Or you stole it. You better get to your bus, Milo." Milo saluted him.
"Yes, sir!" He was then off.
"I can't believe anything unfortunate hasn't happened to me yet." Melissa said on the bus ride home.
"Wow!" Milo said to her. "I guess luck is on your side today."
"I guess it is." Someone threw a banana peel as the bus stopped. Melissa stepped on it, and fell to the floor.
"You okay, Melissa?" Milo asked.
"Oh my gosh; I'm so sorry!" A kid apologized to her, coming to her, and helping her up. "I was aiming for the garbage can."
"And you weren't supposed to be eating on my bus in the first place, Marcus." The bus driver told him.
"Sorry." Marcus apologized to her. "It won't happen again. I promise."
"Hey, Sara!" Milo greeted as soon as he came home.
"Hi, Milo." She greeted back. "Say, Mom called that Diogee is at the pound. I waited for you to get home to see if you want to go together." Milo was confused.
"Diogee's at the pound? He's not supposed to be there."
"I know. So, do you want to go with me to pick him up?" Milo smiled at his sister.
"Sure. Diogee will be so happy to see me. He was at my school today at lunchtime."
"I'm not surprised. He follows you everywhere you go."
"That he does, sis. That he does."
"Okay, I'll go get my coat, and car keys. You wait in the car."
"Okay, sis."
Sara opened the door of the car when she was ready, carrying Diogee's kennel, and sat in the driver's seat. She sat the kennel on the seat next to her. Milo was buckled up in the passenger seat.
"Say, Sara." He spoke. "Does your car work now?"
"Darn it!" His sister cursed. "I clearly forgot about that." She looked back at her brother. "I'll test it. It's cooler out now, so maybe my car will start. Fingers crossed." Milo crossed his fingers.
"Okay; they're crossed." Sara put the keys in the ignition, and started the engine. To Sara's surprise, it started! She cheered to herself.
"Whoo-hoo! My luck has finally changed!"
"Alright, Sara! Now, let's go get Diogee!" And so they drove away.
Milo rushed up to Diogee's cage.
"Diogee!" He shouted excitedly. "We're here to take you home." Diogee, excited, barked and put his front paws on the cage bars. Sara, now beside Milo with Diogee's kennel in hand, saw that the dog had many bandages. "What happened to you?" The dogcatcher approached them.
"I'm afraid a Doberman who was in here with him earlier picked a fight with him. The fight was so bad that I had to transfer the Doberman to another cage."
"Who puts a big dog with a medium sized dog?" Sara asked.
"Me apparently." The dogcatcher answered. He sighed. "It wasn't the best choice. But, I took him to the vet, and he got bandaged up." He then opened the cage door, and Diogee ran out, and licked Milo's face. Milo laughed.
"I'm glad to see you too, pal." He said. "Are you ready to go home?" Diogee stopped licking Milo, and barked. Sara looked at the dogcatcher, and took out her wallet.
"So, how much do we owe you?" She questioned.
"Your mom already has it covered. Your mom is going to come here after work."
"Oh, great." She put back her wallet. "Wow! My luck is really changing!"
"It must be." Milo agreed. The dogcatcher said goodbye, and left. Sara looked at Milo, and offered him the kennel.
"You get Diogee in here; I'll start the car." Milo saluted.
"Will do, sis!" He was about to add something when Sara left. Milo looked at his dog. He tapped on the kennel.
"Okay, Diogee." The young teenager said. "Into your kennel. Come on." But Diogee backed up, whining. He looked at his owner with sad eyes. Do I have to? Milo got the picture. "Oh, I get it. You were just in a cage for who knows how long. A kennel right now will just be cruel. Don't worry; you don't have to go in. We'll tell Sara; I'm sure she'll understand." Diogee perked up, and jumped into Milo's arms, licking him all over. The boy laughed. "Okay, okay, let's go home." They then went outside.
"Bad news, Milo." Her sister said when she saw them go to her car. "The car won't start."
"Again?" Milo asked. "But your car took us here."
"I know, and it's not working again." She sighed. "I guess that my lucky streak today was short lived, and was too good to be true."
"I guess it was." Sara then saw Diogee next to him.
"What's Diogee doing out of his kennel?" So, Milo explained. "I see. Well, I was going to suggest using the subway to get back home. But, Diogee needs to be contained." Milo thought about this.
"Hmm, this is a problem." He looked at his pet. "Diogee, are you sure you can't be in your kennel? I know you don't want to, but it may be the only way. Please? Just until we get home, then you can roam free in the house all night if you want to." Diogee hesitated, and then sighed. Fine! But, I'm not going to like it. The animal went into his kennel. Milo petted him. "Good dog. When we get home, I promise to give you a doggy treat. How does that sound?" Diogee barked as Milo closed his door to his dog's kennel, and locked it. He looked at his sister. "Okay, we can do the subway now. But, what about your car?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll ride with Mom later, and hopefully pick it up later. If not, I'll call a tow truck. Now come, let me tell the dogcatcher, then we'll go to the subway." And so, they went back to the building.
After waiting for people to get off the subway, Milo and his sister got on, along with a bunch of other people. Diogee barked, they had accidentally left him behind.
"Diogee!" Sara shouted. She ran out, and got Diogee. She had just reached the subway when the door closed.
"Uh," Milo stated. "My sister and dog are out there."
"Don't worry." A strong-looking man told him. "I'll have them in in a jiffy." He pried open the doors with his bare hands. Sara ran in as soon as she could. The door closed behind her. She went to catch her breath.
"Thanks!" Milo thanked the man.
"No sweat, kid." The man said. "Just doing my job as an American citizen by helping those in need. It might get me arrested, but I don't care as long as it's something that makes others happy." Milo looked at his exhausted sister.
"You okay there, Sara?" He asked. Sara nodded.
"I can't believe I almost left him there." She said.
"Well, you offered to carry him."
"And you trusted me."
"Hey, don't beat yourself up, Sara. I trusted you, but I forgive you. It could happen to anyone." She smiled.
"Thanks, brother. But, I swear subway doors are only open for a short amount of time. That's not enough."
"True. But, the main thing is that you and Diogee got here safely." She smiled again. Milo looked at his dog. "You forgive Sara for almost leaving you on the platform, don't you, buddy?" Diogee barked, making Sara laugh.
"Thanks, Diogee. I'm blessed that I have such a forgiving brother and dog."
The subway stopped moments later. People were confused, wondering what was going on. The PA system went on.
"We're experiencing technical difficutlties, folks." The man told everyone through the intercom. "We should get going, momentarily." Sara did a face palm.
"This day gets on keeping worse and worse." She observed.
"Relax," Milo assured her. "At least we're together."
"Mommy, I'm scared." A little boy who was about seven, said, clinging onto her. "What if we're stuck here, and can never go home?"
"Relax, Brady." Brady's mom assured him. "We'll get home to Dad; don't you worry. We'll move again."
"Want to play a game?" Milo asked him. Brady looked at him.
"Want kind of game?" Milo shrugged.
"The alphabet game?" Brady was confused.
"What's that?"
"It's simple. Each player says a word that starts with the first latter of the alphabet. For example, I say A for apple, and you do the next letter. B for banana, and so on. We go on until Z, or whatever we get to until we have to stop. Got it?" Brady nodded.
"Yeah; I think I do."
"Good, I'll start. Aardvark."
"Balloon."
They had just got to H when the subway started again. Everyone cheered.
"See, Brady?" His mom told him. "I told you we'd get moving again."
"Want to continue?" Brady nodded excitedly.
"Yeah; this is fun!"
"I agree." Lucy, an older girl about eleven who'd been playing with them agreed. "This is fun, plus it's a good way to kill time." So, they continued until Brady and his mom had to go.
"What's the name of your dog?" Dallas, one of the other kids the same age as Lucy, who was playing with Milo, asked.
"Diogee." Milo answered.
"Diogee?" Jackson, his twin brother questioned. "That's a weird name for a dog." Milo nodded. "Why'd you pick it?"
"His name is based on the spelling of dog." The kids were confused, till Milo explained.
"I know someone who knows someone who know someone's brother's best friend who knows someone who has a pet platypus." Dallas said.
"A platypus!" Milo said. "What an unusual and unique pet." Dallas nodded.
"Yes; yes it is."
The subway stopped at their destination. Milo picked up Diogee, said goodbye to the children, and he and Sara went off the vehicle.
"Hey, guys!" Their dad greeted when he saw them. He was putting salt over the ice.
"Hey, Dad." Milo greeted. His father was confused.
"Did you two walk all the way here?" Sara shook her head.
"My car wouldn't start." She explained. "So, we took the subway instead." Mr. Murphy nodded.
"Aw, I see. Well, your mother got supper on the table."
"Thanks, Dad." Milo said. He placed his hand over his stomach. "Gosh; I'm starving!"
"Me too." Sara added. "Dinner is exactly what I need after the day I had today." Her father nodded.
"No surprise there."
"Say, Dad," Milo put in. "Did you remember to get Diogee's dog treats?" Their father frowned.
"Darn; I forgot!"
"Really?" He then forced a smile.
"Nah; I'm just joshing. Of course I got Diogee's treats!" Milo laughed.
"Oh, Dad!" And so, Milo and his sister went into the house.
"Hey, Mom!" Milo greeted. He and his sister sat down at the table. "What are we having?"
"Tuna Casserole." Their mother answered.
"Yum!" Milo licked his lips as he grabbed his utensils. "I can't wait!" Sara then saw smoke coming from the oven.
"Uh, Mom?" She said. Mrs. Murphy looked at the oven, and gasped.
"No!" She opened the door. "No, no, no." she asked Milo to get the fire extinguisher. Milo did, and his mother turned it on, shooting at the burnt casserole. When the smoke was cleared, it was still burnt. She took it out. "No, no, no!" Mr. Murphy then came in.
"What did I miss?" He asked. His wife showed him the burnt casserole.
"Honey; I burnt the casserole."
"Mom, don't fret." Milo assured her. "We can just go to a restaurant."
"Guess we have to." She nodded. "Okay, we'll just do that. Bundle up, and get in the car."
"I better drive I think." Mr. Murphy suggested. Mrs. Murphy nodded in agreement.
"I think you should too."
"So, it's settled then." Milo bent down to his dog who just came in for his food.
"We're going out, pal." He told him. "We'll be back. Don't follow me, okay? We don't want to fetch you at the pound again." Milo petted him, put his dog food and water in the bowls, and went off.
They went to an Asian restaurant. They had to wait a long time for their food because when the waiter brought their food the first time, he tripped on his shoelace, spilling food all over Bridgette and Sara. So, he went to get the foods again. So, they had to wait even longer. It was almost closing time when they got their food.
On the car ride home, Sara and Bridgette talked about their day. Sara was an hour late to school because the roads were so slow, she realized she had an overdue library book by a week, and she couldn't find it anywhere, she drank expired milk from the cafeteria, she accidently ripped her pants in front of her boyfriend, she got her shoes all muddy, she forgot to study for her social studies test, she almost missed the bus ride home, and she saw that the DVR had recorded The Dr. Zone Files, but the voices was all static.
Bridgette was late to work because of a flat tire, she found an error in her blueprint on a building, she got in heavy traffic on the way home, and she was in an accident, hitting another guy's tailgate.
"Man, what a day!" Sara observed after their mother's tale. "It was awful."
"It was unpleasant." Mrs. Murphy added.
"It was extremely unfortunate."
"It was not fine."
"It was an awful, unpleasant, not fine, extremely unfortunate day."
"Cheer up, guys." Milo assured them. "Your day might have been bad, but so what? My days are bad all the time, and they don't bother me. You're going to have good and bad days all the time, rather it is caused by my condition or not. The point is, you just have to let the bad days happen, so you can love the good days." Sara, surprised by this, looked at her brother.
"That's very good advice, Milo." Her sister complimented.
"Thanks." Milo responded. "I came up with it myself. I guess it's my new philosophy on life."
Milo jumped onto his bed in his PJs, and tucked himself in. He felt bad for his friends and family. To them, it was an awful, unpleasant, not fine, very extremely unpleasant day. But to him, it was an awesome Friday the 13th.
