Betrayed by you dad? by Me (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📕

By: Allison Merriman
Lucky Dawg

WHO SHOULD I TRUST?! How should I know who to trust? Is it an instinct? Is it something you figure out as your life goes on? Does this normally go through a 18 year old's mind, well does it? Tell me. How do I know who to be friends with? Why is this going through my head at this moment is this supposed to happen? Why am I writing this down? With what is going through my head right now does this deal with the things that are happening to our world? What is happening to this world how come all of a sudden it feels like the earth is becoming ugly and losing its quiet/mornings where people can watch the beautiful sun arise from its world travel and begin all over again and yes I guess more people than you realize notice this beautiful surrounding, actually a lot more people then you think. Most people never register this is going on, but I do. I may be only one voice but if there is one thing I have learned from school it is that no matter what one voice can change anything like when student council says that if you mention anything to us we will run it by our advisers and see what we can do. One of my friends was watching Disney Channel one day when he saw that they were doing the Friends For Change program through a persons window. My friend saw the friends for change commercial and ran it by the person that represents student council in our masters house. We now have a full-blown Recycling school. One voice can change anything! Now that you know my opinion I will introduce myself.
“Hi my name is Lucky Dawg as my street friends call me, I was born for the streets, my parents were some rich folk who didn't like the looks of me so they kicked me to the curb and this is when I really messed up.”
When my parents got rid of me I was almost a year old, my parents set me in a box and left me on the side of street so I could die. But that didn't happen, lucky me, Horus found me and tried to raise me like his own son, too bad that didn't work out for him; I was four years old when I made the tiny apartment explode, sounds fake right? Well it's not and it stinks. Horus thought it was something I was doing like playing with matches but he saw with his own two eyes (so he says) the fire came right out of the palms of my hands. At first neither me ( Lucky Dawg) nor Horus knew what to do so we lived on the streets for a while until the day we met Amos Quackery (don't mention his name to him hes very sentimental just to worn ya). I was a skilled pickpocket by then he looked like a nice man who maybe had some money worth stealing see that is one of the first things I learned when I became a pickpocket never steal from someone who ain’t worth it because if you do you will get caught. Which by the way is one of the things you do not want to happen; I went for it but when I was sneaking up on him it was like he had eyes on the back of his head he turned right around and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck (which let me tell you it hurt) I yelped in terror taken aback by this sudden turn of events for you see he was the one emptying my pockets from my days worth of work that I was about to go back to my master and hand them in so I could get my share of food. When I was thinking these thoughts it turned out that the man was holding up one of the things I had stolen and was searing it from the flames that had appeared out of no where, and he happened to be holding on to them quite calmly in front of my face! I had to admit I felt kind of scared but then I got an eery feeling and I remembered when I blew up Horus's house. When I thought this thought the guy turned on me with this funny look on his face, then all of a sudden he blew fire out of his mouth in to my face! I didn't know what to think but my natural reflex was to scream; so well I did. When I finally realized that I wasn't in pain and closed my mouth. During the confusion I had closed my eyes so now I opened them, I saw the man smiling like this was all some kind of joke, but believe me this was so not funny. This is the part when my whole life flashed right before my eyes.
“So I finally found you, Levi,” the strange man said.
“I am sorry sir, but who is Levi?” I inquired.
“You are,” He said matter of fact.
“Excuse me but I do not have a name but everyone calls me Lucky Dawg” I said quietly
I said it quietly because well not having a name is kind of I guess you could say depressing or that it was a touchy subject. Ever since I really learned what a name meant from my friend Bruno I have taken it very seriously for some reason so I tell everyone my name is Lucky Dawg most of them don't believe me but that is the name I grew up with so that is my name but with this guy telling me my name is Levi I am almost questioning Lucky Dawg but not yet. After a short awkward silence the man started talking again.
“Lucky Dawg?” He said with a silly grin on his face.
“Ummm I guess?” I asked
“What do you mean you guess is that what you are called or not?” he asked still having the smirk upon his face.
“Yeah, I guess that is my name,” I said with a confidence I frankly didn't know I had in me.
“I am not sure I am convinced,” he said
“Well guess what guy, MY NAME IS LUCKY DAWG!” I yelled.
“So I guess that settles it you don't want the name your parents gave you.” He said it like a question which really bothered me.
“M..m..my parents. You knew my parents?” I said trying to act calm and control my voice.
“Oh I never said I knew them.” He said with a smirk.
“So how do you know who my parents are and what my real name is?” I said right back.
“I know what you real name is, Levi, because I am your parent,” he said in an all serious tone.
“Your my dad?” I said with a shiver because I remembered that we were still standing in the dark alley except for the fact we were no longer alone for there in the darkness came a shimmering light. I knew right off these people were bad because my dad started cursing in Russian.
“Of course I am now let's go.” he said as he grabbed my arm which really hurt because or his really long fingernails. So me being the not so smart one I told him to loosen his grip.
“Hey um, dad, do you think you could loosen your grip?” I asked but then he said something that really confused me.
“Levi, I will not loosen my grip till we get back to my mansion ,um, our mansion.” He said.
“How come not till then? I can run by myself. I've been a pickpocket my whole life”. I stated.
“Except if I let go of you right now they would be able to see you again.” My dad stated right back. Of course this statement left me speechless till I tripped on the cobble stones and brought myself back to my senses so I could ask one of my not so smart questions, but before I could ask my dad talked to me in my mind and said:
“Levi I am using a invisibility spell so that no one can see us or here us,” He said.
“How are you speaking to me in my head?” I asked.
“I am a man of all things and when we get to the house I will explain more.” He said.
Suddenly we were at this huge house underneath the Arc de Triumphal which was very strange to me because I had gone and seen that thing plenty of times and now all of a sudden there is this huge house underneath it and this is where things started to go wrong. When we walked into the house there was of course a butler who my dad introduced by the name of Benedict, which I of course thought was a funny name. Benedict started to talk in my head just like my dad did. This is when I decided to think carefully before I actually thought , if that make sense.
“Hello young sir would you like some espresso?” He thought.
“ Umm did you just call me young sir?” I asked stupidly for I had been a street kid my whole life and lets just say no one had ever called me that except when one time my buds and I were making fun of our masters son.
“Excuse me, Levi there is one thing you need to learn, never call someone your master” My dad said as he entered my head as well finally I couldn't take it any longer and screamed.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed at the same time trying to cool my temper.
“ Easy there, my boy.” My “father” said trying to stay calm but I could see some terror in his eyes and I began to wonder why.
“What? Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked trying to maintain my temper.
“Excuse me, young sir but maybe you should look in the mirror.” he said sounding quite terrified.
So I asked where the bathroom was and ended up running up the stairs.
“Down the hall to the right second door on the left is where you bedroom is, in there, is a bathroom,” My dad said.
“Okay,” I yelled back.
When I entered my room the first hing I noticed was that there was no lights only candles my room which I think wasn't the only thing that sent me in to shock I think the thing that did it the most was the talking walls and yes I did just say talking walls. I remembered what my original intention was so I kept walking to my bathroom ( I can't believe I just said that I have my own room now let alone my own bathroom.) When I reached the mirror I screamed in terror my hair was on fire and it looked like I had little flames in my eyes which really creeped me out.
“How do I make it stop?!” I screamed from the top of the stairs! The next thing I heard was my “dad” walking up the stairs.
“Son, imagine having your regular hair back.” He said calmly.
“I can't do that because I have never looked in a mirror or seen my reflection.” I said.
“Oh well