Akira's POV

(Her outfit http://www.polyvore.com/casual_outfits/set?id=94589469)

What's so freaking interesting about a bush that we pass by everyday. I mean, come on! It's just a regular boring bush. No pretty flowers, or sweet smell. Just a regular boring bush that no one notices. . . except Bear.

"Bear, come on." I tug on his leash but he pays me no mind. I tug harder.

"You sniff that bush for like ten minutes every day we pass by here. It'll be here tomorrow." I know that I'm talking to a dog but I honestly don't really care at this moment. It's cold and Bear is taking forever to use the freaking bathroom. And I really want some McDonalds right now. I can just picture a M&M McFlurry and some cookies...ooh I can taste it! Maybe I would throw in a couple of McChickens for Bear. Suddenly, I was jerked forward.

"Woah! Bear, heel! Sit! Stay!" I yell as Bear takes off down the sidewalk, making me bump into people while still holding onto his leash and apologizing for my dog's crazy behavior." As soon as I see what's he's after I groan. Another dog. Let's hope that it's a female dog. I'm just gonna say that Bear doesn't play we'll with other male dogs when I'm with him. As soon we stop I wrap his leash twice around my hand, to get a better hold on him.

"Guess who's not getting any McChickens now?" I say panting. He just wags his silky brown tail, with his head tilted adorably to the side looking up at me. I stay there bent, with my hands on my knees for a while, trying to catch my breath. Dang, that dog can run! I've seen him run before but I never actually tried to run with him with him. Note to self: Never try that again. I hear a shriek coming from in front of me and look up.

"Ew, get that big ugly thing away from my Armani! You should learn to control your dog." I roll my eyes and tug on Bear's leash, bringing him closer to me. Of all the people to run into, I get Prada. Prada is basically the real life model of Barbie herself. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body, and parents with lots of money. I guess that you can say that she's the most popular girl in school too. Seriously though, who names their daughter Prada. The name of a fashion label?! Oh well, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And you better believe me when I say that she thinks she's the real thing. She doesn't let anyone else forget either.

"You think that pampered rat with fur is any better than my Bear?" I say angrily. "And who names their dog freaking Armani?!" I point to her little Maltese. She dressed it up in a little hat, sunglasses and a rhinestone collar. Ugh! She's one of those girls. I feel bad for the little guy or girl, whatever it is.

"Me, that's who! She needed a name that shows how much she's worth and shows that she's not easily bought, like her owner" Um, newsflash Prada, you're the biggest slut in our school. You're not worth much. You're practically free. But of course I didn't say that because I didn't want to start any drama with the drama queen herself.

"Armani is an AKC bred, full blooded Maltese. She is beautiful, elegant and reminds me of myself. I can see that your big brute looks like his owner too. Big and ugly." She smirks and flips her hair.
Yeah, that's another thing that I forgot to mention. Prada is a full-blown, mean, bitch. You see I'm not supposed to be swearing because Lilly and I made a bet that I couldn't stop swearing for 3 months. It's only been 2 weeks and so far I'm doing good for someone like me who usually swears like a sailor. For Prada we made an exception though. She's too stupid and stuck up to understand anything but fellow bitchiness. Luckily for her, i'm fluent in bitch talk. No one talks about my Bear like that. So with that being said, Game On. You wanna act like a bitch, prepare to be handled like a bitch.

"Bitch please, your 'Little Armani' may be AKC bred, but that doesn't mean shit if she's just sits around and gets pampered. You wish that she could get any near Bear in his achievements. Bear has gotten awards for Best In Show, Agility, and Sports. His breed is the smartest breed in the world and his training is way better than Armani. She wouldn't even be able to learn half of it because her brain isn't equipped for intelligence. Just like her owner. Bear wouldn't even think about hooking up with something that can just sit and look pretty." Now it was my turn to smirk. She just sat there with her mouth open in shock.

"Close your mouth, or better yet, go suck a dick. It's what you do best from what I heard. Come, bear." I pull Bear down the sidewalk. Stupid slut. She just ruined a what was a perfectly good day by showing her face. I let Bear do his business in his regular place (why couldn't he just use it there in the first place?) and head back to the house. I sigh as I get there. I think I deserve a treat for surviving an encounter with the meanest girl in school. I put Bear in his cage and lock it.

"Sorry, Bear. You can't go with me this time." I kiss his nose. "Maybe I'll bring you a treat back." I grab my keys to house on the way out, setting out to McDonalds. Nothing else can go wrong today, right?

Notes

What do you think is going to happen at McDonalds?
What do you think of Akira?
What do you think of Prada?
Isn't Bear the cutest?!

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(P.S. Akira's name is pronounced ah-ky-ruh)