Novel & Cerita Chicken Little Best Friend

It's torn but surprisingly comfortable. Ava puts the kitten on a blanket. It yawns and stretches. I watch it silently, feeling something in me coil slowly. I was nine the day mom brought a pet home. A puppy. Browned hair, just like the kitten, and the cutest thing I ever saw as a child. I spent my waking moments with him - Rex. At night, we would curl up in my king-sized bed, watch cartoons on my laptop, and snack on fried meat. Rex was my first best friend. I loved him and was excited about having him in my life.The day he turned against me, I died a million times. I was devastated, and nothing anyone said could soothe my aching heart.

Betty began serving us, the air filled with the warm aroma of roasted chicken. Ashley’s first bite made her moan softly, her eyes fluttering closed. “Oh my God, Betty, how do you make it taste so good? I've tried this a hundred times and failed miserably.” Liam chuckled from across the table. “I'm sure you did, bunny. You can’t cook to save your life.” Ashley glared at him. “Wow! What a friend you are, Mr Knight.” Betty laughed, “I have a secret recipe for my cooking.”

I snorted,focusing my gaze directly in her eyes. “We can talk this over you know, I really want to be your friend”she said cooly. “I don't want to be friends with a betrayer like you” Confusion mingled with anger as I struggled to comprehend the depth of her betrayal,and now she stands here trying to be all friendly. “If you need my company,you can find me in the kitchen”she said, shrugging her shoulder. My stomach dropped as Angella walked past me,my gaze measured her from top to bottom,her guts irritated me.

Meara quipped as she sat cross-legged to meditate. If you can't see you listen...if you can't listen you see.. Madeline furrowed her brows, as she stroked her chin. Aha If you can't see you listen...if you can't listen you see.. Madeline closed her eyes and tried looking for the sound of the carrier. One second Two second Third second Zzzzzzxx "You looking forget to seeing your new birdies.." "Hey we haven't catch some fishes today..." "I heard there a super big lion in the other side of the forest..."

Choco whined, "why is it so brown? I thought all chickens are white." "Why would you think so?" Vince sighed, trying to spoon Choco's food but was prevented. "Because they are angels, they protect us from evil with their white wings." Choco answered innocently. Vince tried hard not to laugh but it wasn't the same with others. "Choco, chickens are not angels." Valentina corrected, laughing. "Why not? They are so cute." He said sadly. "After you eat, I'll tell you." Vince offered, trying again to feed him.

Chickens are little and broody, and annoying with their tiny little beady eyes. Eyes that stare and plan and calculate how and when to turn into their human form and annihilate me. I stop and breathe deeply. I am a badass. I am strong. I am a warrior. Kind of. Ok, I’m not really any of those things. But I’m bigger than a chicken so I can do this.

“Just asking. You know, it’s okay to like her, Cade. It's okay to be vunerable." I furrow my brow and wipe my palm down my face. “Mom, please don’t start this again. She’s my best friend’s little sister. It’s guy code. I can’t be with her, even if I wanted to.” She drops her gaze to her knee, where she picks at an old scab. “Are you saying you’re interested?”

Damien looked lighter. Hope ran to Derek. She climbed into his lap. She said Dada. He held her close. She pointed at Damien. She said Dada. Derek said no. That is Uncle Damien. She said Damien. Damien smiled. Grace crawled to Damien. He picked her up. She said Dada. He said no. That is Uncle Damien. She said Damien. He cried. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Eight people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to healing.