Tusky

Jeez. What the heck happened? Did a truck hit me, or did I fly to the freaking moon or something? My feet were sore I guess from being so tired when I got home. I didn't feel sore like from walking five miles up the road then back; I just felt sore from how I laid down I guess. But I'm pretty sure it was from me being so sleepy after I left Mason's place.

Come to think of it, I don't recall much from the night before with him. It seemed like I got drunk and couldn't remember anything at all. I heard the heavy rain from outside and boy do I love the rain. It picked up a lot and it was beating against the windows and the hard wind crashed against it too. My hair was resting on my hand, and it was so messy and wet, that my drool went on the ends of my wavy, black hair. I ran my fingers through my hair to make the tangled, drooled pieces get unstuck, but they wouldn't. I raised up from the couch and bumped into the glass table in front of the couch.

"What the heckle did I just do?" The pretty pink vase that my mom gave me rocked a little and settled back in place. Thank god it didn't fall and break, because she would've looked down on me from heaven shaking her head at me in disappointment. As I kept walking towards the kitchen, I noticed that my cat wasn't in his bed, he was gone. Oh god, I don't remember seeing him last night when I came home.

"Tusky?!" I searched under the kitchen table where he usually hides, but he wasn't there. Please don't be lost.

"TUSKY?!" I quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom and looked under the bed, no sight of him. Where is this ginger cat? Sometimes he does hide, but my closet door was closed, so I decided to check it just in case. When I opened it, no sign of him. A tear fell down my face; where is he?

"tusky.....please, where are you?" I said as I began to cry while looking in the bathroom. I just knew he was gone, I searched everywhere looking for him. I went back downstairs and plopped on the couch. What if he left when I opened the door last night?! OMG!!!!!!!!! He probably did; now he's out and about exploring the neighborhood alone, in the rain.

My purse was near the door, so I grabbed my keys and purse and went straight out the door. I needed Tusky to be safe and alright, but it's going to be hard trying to find him in the blurry rain while driving. Since it was raining hard and I wouldn't be able to see him in the car I decided to walk a couple of miles to search for him. My route would be to circle my neighborhood then go straight to Dave and Tasha's and come back. Hopefully I would be able to find him before anyone else does. I hope no one takes him away, because I would be extremely upset. My mom gave me Tusky before she died to remember her, and I didn't want to lose my mom, not again anyways.

I went in the pouring rain, holding onto dear life. I wasn't really holding onto anything, but I felt the need to express how I felt in this dangerous rain. I do love the rain, it's peaceful when it falls down and splashes on the sidewalk, and races down the windows, but this rain isn't. It's blowing in my face with force and I can barely see with rain splashing in my eyes every second. The houses in my neighborhood were pretty big, they had high roofs and took up a lot of space, so it wouldn't be complicated to find Tusky if he was around here. I bent down under cars calling his name and the water just trickled down my face into my mouth. I even looked behind houses even though I wasn't supposed to, but my Tusky was in a predicament here, and his life was at stake.

I was walking down the wet, slick roads straight to Dave and Tasha's; I basically gave up because it was too much to handle for one girl and a cat that's missing. The sign on the bakery was so foggy that all I could see was Dave but no Tasha on it. The lanterns from the inside looked warm and cozy, I remembered the occasional Halloween parties that I used to go to with the lanterns everywhere, they were beautiful. And Dave and Tasha's added a touch to their wonderful place with those glistening lights. The sidewalk appeared to have stretched a lot to my eyes. I think the rain was getting to me and I felt weak and tired to even get inside the bakery. I thought I would be able to smell the glaze donuts from the distance I was at, but maybe that was my imagination.

I got an inch closer, is what it possibly looked like. The streets were about to get flooded and when I looked over towards the road the water was creating a big stream on the it. I need to get inside the bakery quickly before a whole flood comes. I did hear the alert sound on the tv from Dave and Tasha's and I picked up my pace; I blacked out for a moment and then my hand was on the door and I pulled it open. The bell above the door ringed and my soaking wet self looked dumb as ever stepping into the bakery, and then my eyes widened to the bright light that was shining from all corners. There was a rather familiar smell that I smelt before, and it couldn't have been the thing I've been searching for all evening long, but it definitely was and I felt so relieved.