Cece Comes

By PK

oh no.

Cece is coming today. I moaned and turned over. Jeez, I hate that dog. I heard maman clattering in the kitchen, talking to herself rapidly in french, preparing for our guests. Sure, Beth, Jon, and their 2 year old daughter Maeve are great. It's their dog that is the problem.

She is an absolute nightmare.

Oh, how she loves to sneak up on me and nip- no, bite my ankles. That annoying little poodle, how I would love to spin around, pick her up and throw her around the room. And the funny thing is, Sophie and Marie, my 2 sisters, maman could pick her up and cuddle her. Papa used to be able to but he is in France. And the worst part is, Cece's paws are like slippers, so she is really quiet when she comes to bite me.

"Alexander!" I shut my eyes to pretend I am asleep. That's Marie, coming to get me out of bed for maman. What a goody 2 shoes. 

"Alexander!" Great, now it is 2 voices. Marie and Sophie. 

"Come on, Alex, it's not your birthday yet." My birthday! I can't wait, my birthday wish will to be turning 20 instead of 6, so I could be older then Marie and Sophie. Marie is 15 and Sophie is 12.

"Marie, go away or I'll tell mom about Pascal." Pascal is Marie's new boyfriend and she doesn't want maman to know. I peeked enough to see Marie's face turn a shade of cherry.

"You wouldn't." She growled. I sighed.

"You are right, I wouldn't." And I sat up and rubbed my eyes sleepily.