But, then again, she had been 8 then, now she was 14. She was the outcast of her school, the black sheep of the family. Her mother told her that she was an outcast because the other girls were jealous.
Thunder thought, no, knew, that it was because she wasn't a cheerleader. Most girls in her school were the usual vision of a California girl, blonde, stupid, and Boobular.
The girls that had hung out with her when she was 11 or 12, had grown cartilage and joined the "popular" crowd.
Thunder hugged her notebook, the one of which she had written all her Fan Fictions, and Stories. The one time she had tried to type it on the computer, the computer shut down, erasing all her work, and, well, let's just say, that did NOT end pretty.
She put her books on the tree, where she had put a notch, just for books when she was carving up there.
She decided to start carving Fang.
She started on the figure first, making him with his hands on his hips; he was wearing loose jeans, a t-shirt, and raggedy tennis shoes.
She made the form of the wings, adding little details, like the feathers, then moving to his head and hair.
She finished, and then realized that the sun was setting.
"Thunder!" she could hear her mother yelling into the now darkening night.
Thunder grabbed her books and ran toward the house.
As soon as she got inside, it started to pour buckets of rain.
Lucky run. She thought to herself.
She went inside the kitchen.
"There you are!" said her mother "You scared me half to death!"
"What's for dinner?" Thunder asked, changing the subject, she hated fear.
"Fettuccini Alfredo." Her mother answered "It'll be ready in about 45 minutes"
Thunder walked over to the computer and got on.
Border Collies. She typed into the search bar.
Whoops, she thought to herself, forgot the, For Sale part.
She typed it in.
Border Collie Puppies for Sale said the first one.
She clicked.
Five beautiful, potty trained, neutered puppies are ready to go out to different homes. There are 3 girls and 2 boys. Please call 778-990-5564.
Hmmm, Thunder thought, she bookmarked the page.
She skimmed over some other dogs, bookmarked the ones she liked until her mother yelled.
"Children! Dinner's ready!"
She could hear Todd and Len running down the hallway. She eased herself out of the chair and walked towards the dining room.
Todd got there first, and Len came seconds after.
"Hiya Thunder!" exclaimed Todd.
"Yo, Todd."
Thunder nodded
her head.
"I was looking at some dogs." Said Thunder, poking around in the noodles that made up her fettuccini Alfredo.
"FINALLY!" Len shouted.
Mom was one of those people who couldn't stand noise. So she promptly told Len to quiet down.
"So, back to the point." My mother said, she was always telling me I needed to get a new dog since Sady died. And now I was asking for a new dog, straight out of the blue.
"Well, I was thinking about Sady and I figured that she would want me to get a new dog." I said "I looked up Border Collies and now I really want one. As long as it doesn't get cancer and die."
"Well, we'll look into it." My dad said. He was not as grateful as my mother that I wanted a new dog; he hated Sady, and pretty much all dogs.
We finished dinner and watched a movie. The family Saturday ritual.
I went to bed, dreaming of Sady and not imagining what would happen the next day.