That's where all the trouble started; a ticklish cough that interfered with Wilson P. Higgsbury's fishing trip in the swamp.
The gentleman scientist was sitting by a pond, hoping to get himself and Chester good bite after being so short on food lately. Unfortunately, his persistent hacking made the hunt more tiring than it should have, even with Chester holding his belongings alongside him.
Finally, that minute, Wilson yanked up a fish onto the ground with his rod, but as he did so, he held his head up with one hand, and grabbed a nearby pine with the other, as if trying not to fall over. Chester whimpered and gently nudged his master's leg in comfort. Wilson returned it with a weak smile, gently mussing his orange fur before trudging back to their base camp in the flower field.
As the evening turned to night, sleeping became a challenge, too. Whenever Wilson got in his straw roll, his body would get damp with sweat, but every time he got out, he felt a chill running thr
I never had very many friends, maybe one, before now. No one wanted to be acquaintances, let alone friends, to the son of the former prison inmate. My father visited the bar and drank all evening, coming back home only after he was completely the opposite of sober. Mom would cook a small dinner for us as quickly as she could, deliver the meal to the drunk, and then retreat to my room with her meal, mine, and a movie. I remained in my room as long as Dad was home, but was never able to avoid him when I got home from school. I would take a beating for being "late". Even if I had arrived at home one minute after getting off the bus, it would still be considered "late". Every day, I would have a new bruise. No one inquired about them, not even the teachers. To them, if they avoided anything to do with my family, they avoided
You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t care that it was two in the morning. You didn’t care that you had had a few shots. You missed him. You needed him. Who? Mello. You knew the guy since you were a child. You competed with him to be L’s successor. You two hated each other. So, why did you suddenly want to see him after all this time? Why had you convinced yourself that you were in love with him? Even if he wanted to see you, what would you say? ‘I wanted to see you so badly because it’s two in the morning and I’m a little tipsy, but I just wanted to see your face so bad, I couldn’t hold back. That would make him think you were some kind of creep. The last thing you wanted was for him to be afraid of you. You gave a small sigh, leaning against the cupboards