Okie: A Narrative Fiction

“Bye!” I said while closing the front door. I heard the garage door close, and I was home alone. Well, technically I was dog sitting my cousins dog, Okie. He is a small, white Maltese that just loves to sleep. I had decided to start my homework and chores early today, so that I could have a whole weekend of freedom. I grabbed my backpack from the kitchen and ran upstairs to my bedroom. The blue carpet was soft and was nice to sit on. I grabbed a pillow and wasted hours on homework. Every so often, Okie would come in and sleep on pillows, but didn't exactly look comfortable. Equation after equation, readers note after readers note, it was a painful process. It didn't help that Okie kept barking at squirrels every five minutes. He always had …show more content…
I swiped away cobwebs as I fumbled to find the light switch. I walked towards the basket of overflowing clean clothes and picked it up. Five seconds later, I dropped the basket. It was way heavier than I thought. I wiped my hands on my pants and tried again, seeing this as a challenge. I heaved the basket up the basement stairs, occasionally dropping socks and shirts. Finally, I flipped the light switch and the room was engulfed in darkness. While closing the door, I adjusted my grip on the basket. It seemed to get heavier after each step, weighing me down. I put the ten pound basket on the floor to rest before once again conquering my staircase, which had never been on my side. I looked up to the top of the staircase and Okie was sleeping soundly. As I picked up the white laundry basket, I heard a loud crack. “Oh don't tell me…” I murmur to myself. I looked around the edges of the basket. One of the four handles had cracked and broke. “GREAT! JUST GREAT!” I yell. The dog woke up and started barking. Nonstop barking every 5 minutes was bad enough, now I have to deal with a broken basket. I rolled my eyes and used my anger to pick up the basket and run up the stairs. I drop the basket in my room, clothes flying everywhere. I fall to the ground, victory was mine. I sat up straight and put all of the clothes into a giant pile and sorted them …show more content…
I've been doing this since I was a little girl. After about ten minutes, all the clothes were in nice and neat piles. I stretched my back and got up. I looked towards the dog. “I deserve a break, you know.” I told him as I walked out of my room. He turned his head and gave me a look. “Oh don't look at me like that. I'm only getting water.” I rolled my eyes. Was I really arguing with a dog? I must really need that water more than I thought. I flipped the light switch in the kitchen on, and opened the wonderful white fridge that was in the corner. I grabbed a nice cold water bottle and drank about half of the bottle. As I walked to the stairs, I noticed that Okie wasn't at the top of the stairs like he usually is. I shrug, maybe he's sleeping in my room or slipped downstairs when I wasn't looking. I continue walking up the staircase, and look into my room. All of the piles of clothes I made were wrecked and clothes all over the room and continuing into the hallway. There, on the pile of all of my sweaters, was Okie. Sleeping like a newborn baby. I looked in disbelief. All my hard work, destroyed. I slowly walked towards to dog, and tried to push him off. I should have known from the low growl that started to form in his throat, a bad sign. I stuck my hand out to pull the sweaters from underneath him,