Becker

Chapter 1

    "No my goodness! This is the worst story ever!" I screamed. I crumpled up my notebook paper and threw it across my office. It landed in the pile of my old papers that was two feet tall, right on top of it. Oh, by the way, I am Becker, Mr. Becker to you, and I am New Yorkie's favorite author, and the richest dog too. I am also the author of A Day as a Dog, a New Yorkie Bestseller.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

    "Okay, come in Miss Sunny," I sighed, knowing what was coming next. As the doorknob handle turned very slowly, I remembered that there was a pile of paper on the ground. "Shoot!" I said under my breath. I ran over to the pile and sat on it, hoping I would cover it.

    "Mr. Becker?" Sunny asked in a quiet voice before poking her head in. She pushed the door open until she could see me, my head buried in the paper. "I sure hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but seeing you now, I don't think I did, however I do have some rather, um, well, exciting news for you. You have been, well, promoted, to secretary! Yay." She said in a sad voice.

    I stared at her in awe. "You must be kidding, there is no way, no way, no way, no way at all!" I whined in a baby-ish voice. She nodded glumly.

    "I am sorry, Beck, it was ordered by Mr. Ozzi. I mean, your other books have been total fails, and you haven't written a book in at least seven years. I am so, so sorry. I wish it was my choice." Sunny told me. "I think, New Yorkie is just, tired of you..."

    "Sunny!?" I screamed. I sat up in my bed, breathing heavily, and sweating like mad. Good, it was just a dream, but it just didn't seem like one. That line kept repeating in my head over and over. "New Yorkie is just, tired of you." New Yorkie could never get tired of Mr. Becker, they just couldn't.

    I glanced over at my alarm clock, it read 7:00 AM, right on time, awesome! I pulled off my beautiful purple covers, and rolled off onto the ground, put on my bunny rabbit slippers and walked over to my closet. I pressed my hand onto the weather detector and waited for the magic to happen. The closet whirred and whizzed, and then the doors opened, and an outfit, perfect for today, came out.

     I slipped my outfit on and put on my best shoes. I went to go brush my teeth, when I realized that all of my toothpaste was out. "I'll put that on my to-do list," I mumbled to myself, then I decided to grab my briefcase, and leave.

    I said hello to all of the people I passed down the hall of my apartment complex. It was kind of sad that I was a semi-millionare, but I was still living in an apartment and not a mansion, but everyone there treated me very politely, except for one dog, but I guess it's fine. "Oh, I almost forgot. Hello, Bella."

    "What is it, Becker, is your toilet flushing too loudly again?" Bella asked in a bored tone. She was always disrespectful to me, but I was polite to her, because she owns my apartment, and she can make the price go up, or take away my rent anytime she wants. If she couldn't do that, by now she would regret ever disrespecting Mr. Becker.

    "Mr. Becker to you, Bellanore. Now, I just need to know why my apartment smells like a cat litter box?" I asked her in a rude tone.

    "First off, don't call me Bellanore, and second, it is probably because you are living in it." She replied nastily. I glared at her beady eyes and waited for her to tell me something nice. Nothing happened.

    I adjusted my posture and cleared my throat. "Thank you for your time, Bella." I said. Then I walked towards the door, but before I opened the door I said, "That shirt really doesn't go with your pants, Bellanore."

    She looked at me with a mad looking face, for about thirty seconds, then looked away, back at her computer. Bellanore and I have never liked each other. We were enemies from the first day we met, September 2nd, 2001. She sat in the seat that I was going to sit in. And we have hated each other ever since. In high school, we both wanted to be the Valedictorian, but only one of us could be it. She found out that I was going to be it, and she was not happy, and tried to change the scores. However, I found her, and told on her. She must of hated me even more the day I was announced as Valedictorian.

    I sometimes, well, I always like to rub in her face that I won, and I honestly think she would rip my throat out if she didn't care about her job. But, she is getting better, now that we see each other every single day, night, holiday, and fire drill.

    I ran to my little blue car that seats four dogs. I drove to my office, Greenview Publishing. I own that company myself, because I found that all other publishers try to change my stories too much. So I found some cover designers, editors, and secretaries that were looking for jobs and hired them.

    I drove up to Greenview Publishing, and parked in my designated parking spot. I got out of my car and started to walk up to the door. I walked into the tall building and saw something very surprising. I saw people lined up in the waiting room, holding my book. I was writing a second book in my series, and it was coming out soon, but I didn't know people knew about it yet! Some were holding signs saying, "We want more!" and, "Give us our new book!"

    "What is going on here?" I asked everyone.

    "We are protesting about your new book, we heard that it is coming out soon, but it isn't coming out in stores until August 17th!" A lady dog barked at me. That's crazy! My book is coming out in May, how could this happen?

    "Well, um, I can't do anything about it now, but I will do my best to take care of it, miss." I said reassuringly to the lady. A little dog was now looking at me with her big blue eyes.

    "Please take care of it, I weally want to wead your new book!" She cried in a little voice.

    "Don't worry, little one, I will take care of it," I said to the little dog. She gave me a great big hug until I finally said, "Okay, I have to get to work now, honey!" I smiled at her, as she did the same to me. I saw her face until the elevator doors shut and I pressed the button that had the number ten on it. I went up, up, up, until the doors opened once again and I stepped onto the nicely carpeted floor.

    My office was the last door on the right, I chose it because it was the largest. I opened the door to see my office the exact same as it was yesterday, with no piles of notebook paper or tear stains on the desk. Good, it really was just a dream!