freds inner monologue
hello new friend, my name is fred. the words you hear are in my head. i say, i said, my name is fred. and ive been very, NAUGHTY.
the story im about to tell, i tell you, i will tell it very well. its of my dear aunt muriel. and just how ive been NAUGHTY.
violá the farm, my aunt lives here. with precious pup, and husband dear. my heart beat faster, as i drew near. i felt so nice. and NAUGHTY.
i thought just how excited they must be that i would come today, theyd shout come fred hazaa, hooray! dear boy you look so NAUGHTY.
thats when my tired eyes beheld, a doggy dog, like dog he smelled. d-o-g is what he spelled. and thats how i spell, NAUGHTY.
alone was i, with tender courage, and all his fur, his furry furrage. which i say, did encourage, me to be, NAUGHTY.
it was a day, i cannot forget. the day i met my first pet. oh what a lovely gift to get. ive never felt so NAUGHTY.
my fuzzy friend was what he was, a darling little ball of fuzz. and oh such fuzz he dema
the skin youre in.
The plant in the corner swayed in the air from the radiator. The smell of stale coffee engulfed the room. My eyes passed down at the glinting badge on my uniform, to the shining new plaque on my desk; DL Braden Quiqq it read.
' Quigg, I need a smoke, you in?' Parker Johnson, my partner, popped his head in my door.
'yeah, Ill be there, hold your horses.' I stood up slowly, the cracked black leather desk chair I was just sitting in spinning around. Outside, the snow had just started to fall, lightly dusting the tops of cars in the parking lot like fresh beignets. It was eerily quiet for a Sunday night in Harrow.
'Oy, its really starting to come down now.' Johnson broke the silence, awaking me form the trance. I nodded, then brought the lighter up to my face, shielding the flame from the wind with my hand.
Ew. I look so gross. Why am I the ugliest girl at school? Aria thought to herself. She swished her raven black hair and looked into the mi