"Ok liliana, you can have a pet, but taking care of it is a must, I don't want him near me so you have to train him and bring him to school with you, if you lose him, I won't get another so keep him close at all times, and only let someone borrow him under your supervision"
Mom always would say. I knew I would keep him close always, I love those pets, some can be mean though. Some are weird, my mommy said it was something I might think of when I was 13 or so.
I finally make it to the store and immediately find a scared person in the corner of a cage. "It's okay whittle guy, I won't let anyone hurt you again" I put on a brave face for him and hold him against my chest, I walk up to the counter and stand on my tippy toes, " I wana but this guy mista" I say holding this up and bringing out my allowance. I have stuff already for him, my mom told me I would need to
When I get home I realize he is still scared, if I put him in his cage he might get scared. So I walk up the stairs and enter my room I can let him rest on my dresser, talk to him on my bed, or let him think of something.
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