SassyFish:t
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Chapter One — The Voice of the Marble
Jayda entered her room in an enormous fury. Accidentally knocking over Kep's food dish, she watched a colossal amount of dog chow streak like fireworks over the floor. Brown nuggets lay at her feet, most were spread out over the carpet, and some had landed all the way across the room. She was even sure she'd seen a few pieces slip under the lid of an old wooden trunk to her side. In bitter annoyance, she praised herself in the genius act of placing her dog's food dish so close to the door. Just then, her mothers voice came screaming up from the man level.
“JAYDA! I ^told^ you not to put the dish there! We are ^not,^ absolutely ^not^ keeping it downstairs, the Jaques's are coming over for dinner tomorrow, we can't have the whole house smelling like—!”
“I KNOW MOM! I'll move it okay!” Jayda hollered back down over the railing before slamming her door. Hearing the commotion, Kep's brown furry body had shoot out from under the bed. Reaching Jayda he dog barked, wagged his tale, and, staring up with pitiful, accusatory eyes, Kep succeeding as any dog with a master's degree in manipulation to make his owner feel positively terrible, only about what? Jayda had yet to know.
Disregarding her dog, Jayda stepped past him into the ruckus of her room. Her room ^was^ a disaster. Although it was not as bad as it had ever been, it would certainly have rated at least a five on the Richter's scale had the damage been done by an earthquake. A disheveled mix of laundry, smelly boots, along with anything Jayda had picked over while either bored or procrastinating lay piled in bunches. Carpet was visible-a good sign. The room had been much, much worse.
But, as Jayda released the weight of her school bag, dropped it to the floor and walked over to her bed, not even the tragic state of her room, or even the unexplained guilt she felt for her dog could get her mind off of what was really bothering her: Dr. Coug.
Jayda entered her room in an enormous fury. Accidentally knocking over Kep's food dish, she watched a colossal amount of dog chow streak like fireworks over the floor. Brown nuggets lay at her feet, most were spread out over the carpet, and some had landed all the way across the room. She was even sure she'd seen a few pieces slip under the lid of an old wooden trunk to her side. In bitter annoyance, she praised herself in the genius act of placing her dog's food dish so close to the door. Just then, her mothers voice came screaming up from the man level.
“JAYDA! I ^told^ you not to put the dish there! We are ^not,^ absolutely ^not^ keeping it downstairs, the Jaques's are coming over for dinner tomorrow, we can't have the whole house smelling like—!”
“I KNOW MOM! I'll move it okay!” Jayda hollered back down over the railing before slamming her door. Hearing the commotion, Kep's brown furry body had shoot out from under the bed. Reaching Jayda he dog barked, wagged his tale, and, staring up with pitiful, accusatory eyes, Kep succeeding as any dog with a master's degree in manipulation to make his owner feel positively terrible, only about what? Jayda had yet to know.
Disregarding her dog, Jayda stepped past him into the ruckus of her room. Her room ^was^ a disaster. Although it was not as bad as it had ever been, it would certainly have rated at least a five on the Richter's scale had the damage been done by an earthquake. A disheveled mix of laundry, smelly boots, along with anything Jayda had picked over while either bored or procrastinating lay piled in bunches. Carpet was visible-a good sign. The room had been much, much worse.
But, as Jayda released the weight of her school bag, dropped it to the floor and walked over to her bed, not even the tragic state of her room, or even the unexplained guilt she felt for her dog could get her mind off of what was really bothering her: Dr. Coug.