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Love at first sight
It’s a hot summer evening, an ordinary day, in an ordinary town, in an ordinary life of an ordinary fifteen year old girl. My life is absolutely simple, nothing really matters to me at all. Everything in my house is as normal as ever, the mysterious weird cat and the annoying parrot, outside, as far away as possible from me. My non funny/goofy mother, my busy and apathetic father, my crazy spoiled triplet younger brothers, we all eating lunch. “Liz! Liz! Are you listening?” My mom says. I don’t actually care. “I’m tired; I’m leaving”. I say. As I leave, someone knocks the door. Don’t call my name, don’t call my name. “LIZ!!!! Come here now! Come and say hello” My mom yells. I frown. “Coming” I say. I go back to the leaving room. Unknown people are there but my eyes automatically focus on this fat pug with a tuxedo, staring at me. Is this a joke? A pug? I hate dogs. I hate pugs. You gotta be kidding me. Wait what!? Is he really coming to me? Come on, don’t do this. “It’s a gift for you Liz, his name’s Leonardo” my mom says. He looks so excited, as if he already knew me. Leo tries to get my attention, the most his weight allows him to. Does he want me to carry him? I lift him up. He’s so heavy, I have to hug him with both of my hands. My heart starts to beat. Faster and faster. What is this strange feeling in my stomach? Butterflies!?!?!? And goosebumps? Seriously? Are his eyes actually starting to look pretty? Or why can’t I stop looking at those? Is this what love at first sight looks like? This is ridiculous. Me? Having a first sight connection? Can’t be. I drop him off back to the floor. I run to my room. I’m scared. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. “Liz, are you ok?” yells my mom. “Fine” I answer. Someone opens the door. Leonardo? He comes right to me and tries to jump into my bed, but his weight stops him so I lift him up. He sits in front of me. We make eye contact. He stretches up his arm and grab my hand. His paw and my hand are now together. They fit perfectly fine. I feel as if my hand has been always incomplete and now, the missing piece is here. I look at his face again and smile. He kind of smiles back. His tongue is outside. His drool is almost on the floor. His crossed eyes shining staring at me. More butterflies, more goosebumps, how can I make them stop? I’m melting. I wonder if he feels the same way about me. “I do” he said.
