When I was five, I went to a theme park. At the end of the day my parents came to me looking very happy. They showed me my new pet fish, Ollie! I screamed!
Its a puppy!
One time, I was watching some TV in my room. Then Ollie randomly leaped out of the bowl. Ollie was gasping for air. Suddenly I could feel a tornado explosion coming.
I screeched and kicked until my mum came rushing in. She started yelling, asking me why I tipped Ollie's bowl. I had so many words I wanted to say, but before I could I heard my mum saying, Ollie is dead.
It was my eighth birthday. My mum wheeled me down the stairs to the living room so I could open my gifts. I could see my dad struggling to carry a box. When he opened it, my new puppy Butterscotch jumped out!
A few weeks later I fell out of my wheelchair whilst watching The Wizard Of Oz. I wasn't hurt or anything, I just couldn't watch the movie from the floor which was really annoying. Butterscotch was barking to get mum to help but she didn't come.
When my mum came in she lifted me back in the wheel chair. She started patting Butterscotch and telling her how good she was for trying to help me. I wish I could say stuff like that, I have so much I'd like to say.