#WritingWithGrace | Freak Week (Chapter 2 Entry)

Chapter 2 Entry

Dear Robot Diary,

Day two of Freak Week has so far been an emotional rollercoaster—literally. By the way, if you were wondering, the Shih Tzu Storm did stop around one AM this morning. Before it stopped, though, at least seven other dog breeds were added to the mix; the largest being fully grown Newfoundland dogs. A French bulldog and pug managed to sneak their way into the school and find us in the basement, and they are far from being normal puppies; they can talk.

At first, they seemed pretty normal, but things became, well, freaky when we started throwing around names.

"What about Scooter?" I suggested.

"I think we should pick something that isn't associated with a gender, like Pancake or something" Banana insisted.

"Neither of the dogs reminds me of a pancake" Harry scoffed.

"That doesn't matter, and it was just a suggestion!" Banana protested.

Suddenly, a small, stiff, and distinctively British voice interrupted their quarrel. "Excuse me, but my name is Oswald thank you very much." We immediately silenced and searched for the source of the voice. Just as we were about to resume our conversation, a loud cough sounded from the throat of the French bulldog.

"Did the dog just talk?" Marmie whispers. I cannot recall the last time that she was rendered almost speechless.

"As a matter of fact, I did" the French bulldog, Oswald, replies. Mr. Kevin approaches the puppy and carefully picks him up, examining him. "Erm, could you please put me down? I am not partial to human contact." According to the dog's wishes, Mr. Kevin sets him back down.

While we are watching this interaction, the pug gallops over and leaps into Crush's lap. "Humans! I love humans. Please pet me. I love when people pet me. Oooh, will you scratch my back? I'm so glad that you all are awake now. Did you know that it is incredibly boring to watch humans sleep? By the way, my name is Nugget!" The pug, Nugget, settles into a very perplexed Crush's lap. Hesitantly, Crush begins to scratch Nugget's back. He's good with dogs, too. Could he be any more perfect? I think to myself as I watch him. Quickly, I look away before he catches me staring.

You might be wondering: what is the weather like now? Well, Robot Diary, it appears to be hailing individually wrapped candies. If there's a lull in the storm, Marmie has volunteered to collect a bag full of treats. Hopefully, they will make up for the nasty cafeteria food that we have to live on this week. After Oswald and Nugget introduced themselves to us, we trooped upstairs to see if there was any food that we could swipe from the small kitchen for breakfast.

"I always knew that this food would be able to survive a zombie apocalypse" Marmie stated through a mouthful of sorry-looking orange slices.

"Yep, this pizza is the same cardboard that we all know and love" Banana jokes. We all snicker.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Crush asked me, noticing that all I had eaten was a small, bruised apple.

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry." This is unusual for me. Normally, I love food and could eat all day. Is Freak Week reversing my appetite?

"Are you starving yourself?" Harry blurted out. Banana shot him a deadly look.

"Lace has one of the largest appetites that I know of, besides you, of course. You eat so much that it actually makes me sick to my stomach" she replied in my defense.