chapter one fist 2 pages

Would you hang on to that thing? Robert complained as he steered into the turn lane for the Maple View Shopping Center. "Because if your crazy beast pees in my new car, Im totally going Cruella De Vil on him"." Muckle is not a thing". I grabbed my sheltie puppy in mid-leap. He was supposed to be sitting on my lap, but he'd spent most of the ten minute-drive clambering around trying to look out every window in the car at once. "And in case you haven't noticed," I added, This car hasn't been new since the days of the horse and buggy."  Robert let out a snort and flipped back the lock of dark hair he'd been wearing gelled down over one eye lately. Retro goth?       Who knew. Robert tended to create his own styles. "So not the point," he muttered. I could tell by his wounded tone that my snarky comment hit a sore spot.That was thne thing about my best friend,the one and only Robert James Chase. I'd never have told him so, but he dished out out a lot better than he took it. He totally thought of himself as a superconfident future celebrity, tossing off witty one-liners and just generally being fabulous. In reality? He was a lot less ready for prime time than he thought he was. It was so easy to get under his skin it wasn't even funny. For instance all you had to do was call him Robby or Bob instead of Robert and he would sulk the rest of the day. Anyway, he'd been expecting automotive luxury for his sixteenth birthday a couple of months earlier , which hadn't seemed like such a long shot. His parents had more money than they knew what to do with, and they drove top-of-the-line sports cars themselves. So imagine his surprise when the big day arrived and they presented him with a sturdy, practical Volvo station wagon older than he was. As Robert pulled said Volvo into the parking lot, Muckle was wiggling in my arms like only a three-and-a-half-month-old shetland sheepdog can wiggle. Or so i assumed. I'd only been a dog owner for a little over six weeks, so i was still getting the hang of it. "Anyway,  it's probably illigal to drive with him jumping around like that,"Robert added sullenly. "I mean, they don't even let you txt and drive, and having a weirdo puppy boinging off your face is way more distacting."

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.04.2016

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