By: Allison Merriman
Lucky Dawg

WHO SHOULD I TRUST?! How should I know who to trust? Is it an instinct? Is it something you figure out as your life goes on? Does this normally go through a 18 year old's mind, well does it? Tell me. How do I know who to be friends with? Why is this going through my head at this moment is this supposed to happen? Why am I writing this down? With what is going through my head right now does this deal with the things that are happening to our world? What is happening to this world how come all of a sudden it feels like the earth is becoming ugly and losing its quiet/mornings where people can watch the beautiful sun arise from its world travel and begin all over again and yes I guess more people than you realize notice this beautiful surrounding, actually a lot more people then you think. Most people never register this is going on, but I do. I may be only one voice but if there is one thing I have learned from school it is that no matter what one voice can change anything like when student council says that if you mention anything to us we will run it by our advisers and see what we can do. One of my friends was watching Disney Channel one day when he saw that they were doing the Friends For Change program through a persons window. My friend saw the friends for change commercial and ran it by the person that represents student council in our masters house. We now have a full-blown Recycling school. One voice can change anything! Now that you know my opinion I will introduce myself.
“Hi my name is Lucky Dawg as my street friends call me, I was born for the streets, my parents were some rich folk who didn't like the looks of me so they kicked me to the curb and this is when I really messed up.”
When my parents got rid of me I was almost a year old, my parents set me in a box and left me on the side of street so I could die. But that didn't happen, lucky me, Horus found me and tried to raise me like his own son, too bad that didn't work out for him; I was four years old when I made the tiny apartment explode, sounds fake right? Well it's not and it stinks. Horus thought it was something I was doing like playing with matches but he saw with his own two eyes (so he says) the fire came right out of the palms of my hands. At first neither me ( Lucky Dawg) nor Horus knew what to do so we lived on the streets for a while until the day we met Amos Quackery (don't mention his name to him hes very sentimental just to worn ya). I was a skilled pickpocket by then he looked like a nice man who maybe had some money worth stealing see that is one of the first things I learned when I became a pickpocket never steal from someone who ain’t worth it because if you do you will get caught. Which by the way is one of the things you do not want to happen; I went for it but when I was sneaking up on him it was like he had eyes on the back of his head he turned right around and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck (which let me tell you it hurt) I yelped in terror taken aback by this sudden turn of events for you see he was the one emptying my pockets from my days worth of work that I was about to go back to my master and hand them in so I could get my share of food. When I was thinking these thoughts it turned out that the man was holding up one of the things I had stolen and was searing it from the flames that had appeared out of no where, and he happened to be holding on to them quite calmly in front of my face! I had to admit I felt kind of scared but then I got an eery feeling and I remembered when I blew up Horus's house. When I thought this thought the guy turned on me with this funny look on his face, then all of a sudden he blew fire out of his mouth in to my face! I didn't know what to think but my natural reflex was to scream; so well I did. When I finally realized that I wasn't in pain and closed my mouth. During the confusion I had closed my eyes so now I opened them, I saw the man smiling like this was all some kind of joke, but believe me this was so not funny. This is the part when my whole life flashed right before my eyes.
“So I finally found you, Levi,” the strange man said.
“I am sorry sir, but who is Levi?” I inquired.
“You are,” He said matter of fact.
“Excuse me but I do not have a name but everyone calls me Lucky Dawg” I said quietly
I said it quietly because well not having a name is kind of I guess you could say depressing or that it was a touchy subject. Ever since I really learned what a name meant from my friend Bruno I have taken it very seriously for some reason so I tell everyone my name is Lucky Dawg most of them don't believe me but that is the name I grew up with so that is my name but with this guy telling me my name is Levi I am almost questioning Lucky Dawg but not yet. After a short awkward silence the man started talking again.
“Lucky Dawg?” He said with a silly grin on his face.
“Ummm I guess?” I asked
“What do you mean you guess is that what you are called or not?” he asked still having the smirk upon his face.
“Yeah, I guess that is my name,” I said with a confidence I frankly didn't know I had in me.
“I am not sure I am convinced,” he said
“Well guess what guy, MY NAME IS LUCKY DAWG!” I yelled.
“So I guess that settles it you don't want the name your parents gave you.” He said it like a question which really bothered me.
“M..m..my parents. You knew my parents?” I said trying to act calm and control my voice.
“Oh I never said I knew them.” He said with a smirk.
“So how do you know who my parents are and what my real name is?” I said right back.
“I know what you real name is, Levi, because I am your parent,” he said in an all serious tone.
“Your my dad?” I said with a shiver because I remembered that we were still standing in the dark alley except for the fact we were no longer alone for there in the darkness came a shimmering light. I knew right off these people were bad because my dad started cursing in Russian.
“Of course I am now let's go.” he said as he grabbed my arm which really hurt because or his really long fingernails. So me being the not so smart one I told him to loosen his grip.
“Hey um, dad, do you think you could loosen your grip?” I asked but then he said something that really confused me.
“Levi, I will not loosen my grip till we get back to my mansion ,um, our mansion.” He said.
“How come not till then? I can run by myself. I've been a pickpocket my whole life”. I stated.
“Except if I let go of you right now they would be able to see you again.” My dad stated right back. Of course this statement left me speechless till I tripped on the cobble stones and brought myself back to my senses so I could ask one of my not so smart questions, but before I could ask my dad talked to me in my mind and said:
“Levi I am using a invisibility spell so that no one can see us or here us,” He said.
“How are you speaking to me in my head?” I asked.
“I am a man of all things and when we get to the house I will explain more.” He said.
Suddenly we were at this huge house underneath the Arc de Triumphal which was very strange to me because I had gone and seen that thing plenty of times and now all of a sudden there is this huge house underneath it and this is where things started to go wrong. When we walked into the house there was of course a butler who my dad introduced by the name of Benedict, which I of course thought was a funny name. Benedict started to talk in my head just like my dad did. This is when I decided to think carefully before I actually thought , if that make sense.
“Hello young sir would you like some espresso?” He thought.
“ Umm did you just call me young sir?” I asked stupidly for I had been a street kid my whole life and lets just say no one had ever called me that except when one time my buds and I were making fun of our masters son.
“Excuse me, Levi there is one thing you need to learn, never call someone your master” My dad said as he entered my head as well finally I couldn't take it any longer and screamed.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed at the same time trying to cool my temper.
“ Easy there, my boy.” My “father” said trying to stay calm but I could see some terror in his eyes and I began to wonder why.
“What? Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked trying to maintain my temper.
“Excuse me, young sir but maybe you should look in the mirror.” he said sounding quite terrified.
So I asked where the bathroom was and ended up running up the stairs.
“Down the hall to the right second door on the left is where you bedroom is, in there, is a bathroom,” My dad said.
“Okay,” I yelled back.
When I entered my room the first hing I noticed was that there was no lights only candles my room which I think wasn't the only thing that sent me in to shock I think the thing that did it the most was the talking walls and yes I did just say talking walls. I remembered what my original intention was so I kept walking to my bathroom ( I can't believe I just said that I have my own room now let alone my own bathroom.) When I reached the mirror I screamed in terror my hair was on fire and it looked like I had little flames in my eyes which really creeped me out.
“How do I make it stop?!” I screamed from the top of the stairs! The next thing I heard was my “dad” walking up the stairs.
“Son, imagine having your regular hair back.” He said calmly.
“I can't do that because I have never looked in a mirror or seen my reflection.” I said.
“Oh well that makes this a lot harder.” He said.
“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked.
“Okay this won't be easy but try to imagine that you are outside.” He said in a voice that instantly made me calm down.
“Okay I think I got it,” I said closing my eyes trying to concentrate.
“Next imagine it is raining,” My dad said.
“Got it,” I said quietly
“Good, now have you ever seen a homeless mans fire?” He asked.
I opened my eyes and stared at him blankly of course I have I've been homeless all my life. So this had to be one of the most stupid questions he could have asked me. So I sent one simple thought to my dad.
“Dad I have been homeless myself for all my life.” I thought
“Oh yeah I forgot never mind, of course you have how stupid of me to ask.” He muttered
“Dad, um, so what am I supposed to do with seeing the old man's fire?” I asked.
“Have you ever watched a fire be extinguished?” My dad asked.
“Yeah I guess.” I said
“Good, because what I want you do is think about that. Okay?” My dad replied.
“Done.” I said, and this is when I opened my eyes and saw that I had flames now on my hands.
“Ummm, I don't have a clue what you just did,” My dad stated.
“Me neither,” I said as I closed my fists and then opened them again and saw that there was no longer flames there but instead a big tattoo that covered my body, and then I realized that this tattoo was the color of flames and it was moving it was as if the flames were alive. When I looked up at my dad he was just staring in shock at my now color changing body (the flames changed colors but there was no heat to them.)
“Dad what did I do?”I asked staring at myself in disbelief.
“Levi, I have no idea.” He said still staring at me in shock. “But I do know that we have a very powerful wizard on our hands.”
“What do you mean our 'hands'? Do I have a mom?”
 “Well of course you have a mom in fact she will be here shortly,” He said in his matter of fact tone.
“Dad what is your real name?”I asked.
“Why do you wanna know?” He asked skeptically.
“Because your my dad and I don't know anything about you.” I stated
“Well I guess that reason is good enough. My real name is Amos Quackery,” He said with no emotion.
“Amos Quackery? I asked as I burst into laughter.
“Yes and there is nothing funny about that.” He declared.
“Um, yes sorry sir,” I said trying to mask my laughter.
“Levi,” He said with a warning glance my way.
“Yes father,” because suddenly I got the impression that if I didn't do things his way there might never be things that could go my way.
“Good. You just learned the first step to becoming my son.”He said
“Theres steps?” I asked skeptically.
“Well y-,” He tried to say as he got interrupted by the knock on the door.
“Benedict, will you get that please.” My dad yelled down the stairs.
“Yes master.” Benedict says.
“Benedict, who is it?”My dad yelled.
“Some girl, looking for the young master.” Benedict replied.
“Excuse me, but I would prefer it if you didn't call me 'some girl'.” The person said, but I knew it wasn't just any person, it was my wife and yes I just said wife, I am 18 and I have a wife and a kid who is 3.
“Em?”I asked.
“Lucky Dawg?” She asked.
“Thats me,”I replied
“Oh I am so glad your safe,” Em said.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked as I walked down the stairs. When Em saw me she gasped.
“Lucky Dawg whats wrong with your skin?” My wife asked.
“Umm, I guess its like a tattoo,” I responded.
“But its moving,” She said as she placed her hand on my shoulder and tried to touch my face.
“Did you bring Bradi?” I asked trying to move away from the subject.
“Well of course I did,” She said in tone that made me feel stupid.
“Where is she?” I inquired, and thats when the little three year old head popped up from underneath the shawl her mother was wearing.
“Here I am, Dada,” My daughter said as she reached towards me so I could pick her up.
“Were you playing peek-a-boo, again?” I queried.
“Yup. Again,” She replied in a voice that made me laugh.
“Levi, who is this?” My Dad asked.
“Levi?” My wife asked.
“Yeah umm Emmie this is my dad,”I answered.
“Your dad?” She asked.
“Yes and who might you be,”My dad asked.
“Umm, sir this is my wife,”I answered.
“Your wife. You have a wife?!” My dad asked as his voice was getting louder.
“Yes sir I do,” I answered stiffly.
“Okay, and who is this little cutie you got here?” He said as he took Bradi surprisingly calm.
“That is our daughter, her name is Bradi.” I retorted.
“She is just so cute,” My dad said in a baby voice.
“We know,” My wife and I reported in unison. Which made us all laugh even Bradi joined in which made us laugh even more. Of course this wonderful moment didn't last long. Soon we were interrupted by a knock on the door to the parlor where we had been sharing this merriment, it was Benedict. 
 “Master, they are catching up to you,” Benedict said.
“ Who is catching up to who?” Emmie asked.
“No one of your importance dear,” My dad replied smoothly.
“Dad, what are you and Benedict talking about?” I asked.
“None of your business,” My dad snapped.
“What do you mean none of my business, we are a family and most families share their little secrets, dad,” I retorted.
“Fine, you want to know my secrets so bad well here it is. I AM NOT YOUR FATHER! I KILLED HIM A LONG TIME AGO! I WAS TRYING TO STEAL YOUR POWERS! AND I ALMOST DID TILL YOU SHOWED UP!” My dad said pointing a finger vexed at my wife and kid. I tried to get in the way, but it was to late the evil wizard had already started to throw flames at them.
“STOP!” I screamed as I had to listen to my wife scream in agony.
“Where is the child?!” The guy asked turning to me, about as vexed as can be.
“What child?” I asked trying to play dumb, but I could tell it wasn't really working.
“Where is she?” This dude asked trying to stay calm. As my wife who had miraculously gotten back on her feet appearing to be unharmed, but how does that work I heard her screaming surly she most have felt it. She had gotten a frying-pan in her hold and believe me I have seen her with one of those things before hitting a person when she was only seven, and I know for a fact that she can do some serious things to hurt a person with that as a weapon. As my wife snuck up on my dad I had to find some way to distract him.
“Hey dude , I know something that you can't do,” I said as soon as the thought got ahold on me I could feel my whole body bursting into flames. For once I think my dad was so shocked I think he was silent. It was almost nice, well besides the fact that some dude was trying to get my family and I killed, plus the fact that I had no idea where Bradi went.
“fkmsijsigjfdh impossible,” He mumbled.
“Well evidently not,” I replied confidently.
“B...b..but thats not possible, I myself am still trying to learn how to do that, and you are just starting to be a wizard and you have mastered one of the hardest things to do in a lifetime.
“Okayyyyyyyyyy, now I know your only a little weird,” I said almost laughing but then realizing the situation for like the 18thmillion time.
“Boy, this is no time for jokes, where is your child?” This crazy dude was asking me?
“Oh, so were back to that again are we?” I asked smiling slyly.
“So you do know where she is, I can tell by that smile of yours, so tell me, WHERE IS SHE?!” He asked for like the sixth thousand time.
“I just felt like smiling, and again I have no idea where she is,” I said as calm as possible, because I could see my wife coming closer with the frying-pan at this exact moment, and she was so close that she could almost hit him on the head. The next thing I know is that the frying-pan is flying towards my head and I have just enough time to duck before the thing whizzed by my head, and thats when I saw Emily's hand in Amos's hand Emily looked at me with so much fear in her eyes I cried out in pain, it was as if my soul was being ripped from my living body. Then the next thing I know the world goes black. (Which isn't even close to being my favorite color.)
 I got those thoughts in the beginning because of this story I don't know who to trust anymore . (I don't believe in happy endings) and that's the End.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.04.2011

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