User:XxGabiliciousxX

My mother smells nice. Well, she's not really my mom. I was taken away from my really mom when i was really young. But i still love my family. My mom likes to sit with me and cuddle me and talk with me. She's almost TOO affectionate. But my dad, he's different. He hasn't EVER talked to me. The only time he says my name, is when he's talking bad about me to mom, or my older brother Joey. Oh right, then there's Joey. He may be the best big brother in the world. He talks to me normally; "Hey max, wanna come eat?" Or "Max, lets watch tv!"

I don't talk much. Actually, i haven't spoken a word for the whole 7 years I've been alive. Well, that's not entirely true. I spoke when i was really little, but no one seems to understand, listen, or even care. So, i can do without it. I remember, once i was with mom, she was talking to her friend, and she said "Oh, Max is a little angel! He never screams or yells!"

Well, maybe you're interested about me. I'm average height, sandy blond hair, and dark brown eyes. I'm the right weight for my age. My brother always talks to me about what he does at school; he goes to high school. I'm not sure why Mom doesn't let me go to school. Every once in a while i meet someone at the park, and we become friends, but we never see each other again. Man, i wish i could go to school one day.

It's almost like Joey can read my mind. Whenever we walk around together, he takes me on cool, new roads, and I get to discover. Mom and I walk down the same boring road every day. But one day, Joey walked me to school and i met his friends. They treated me like Joey did: "Hey max, what's good?" We walked over to the corner store, they got sodas but Joey got me a water. I didn't mind. Nothing could ruin this day.

Later, the friends came over and hung out at our house for a bit. Then it got late, and they went back home. When i went to sleep that night, i was so much happier then normal.

The next day, Joey came home happy as usual. "Hey bud, Adam says hi." Adam was my favorite of all Joey's friends. "Gotta finish my homework: Then we can go to the candy store. Sounds good?" Says Joey.

A few hours later, it's time to go out. Only Joey gets candy, I'm not sure why Mom and Dad don't let me have candy. On our way back home, I meet a kid my age. It's fun meeting new people.

The door is wide open. I'm thirsty, so i run to the door.

The car came so quickly. It was a black car, and it was going fast. It hit me halfway through the road. Mom had saw through the door, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Next thing i know, the whole family is surrounding me, crying. Dad had already called emergency care, but i knew it was too late. Joey, crying, ran his fingers through my hair for the last time.

The last thing i felt before going to the light was Joey's hand squeezing my paw.