Don’t Be A Chicken – Anavi Eagar

Liv stood impatiently with her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby, Anavi. It's a chicken." I looked at her, the fear in my eyes increasing, as I remembered last year's incident. I shook it out of my mind. "Yeah, well, it's your fault I won't go in," I said with …

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Willow – Sahara Curry

Her hair was short and coarse, not like it usually was. Normally it lay in soft tufts that smelled like the backyard. Normally she would greet me at the door, her eyes bright, her tail wagging, once I came home from school. Not today. She lay on her “bed”, which was really our old white, …