The Sword

"Who wants cake?"

Everyone ran screaming, eager to take a bite of the huge chocolate cake that was being carried to the table by Daisy's mom. I could see that she was having a hard time walking. As soon as the platter was placed on the table, a bunch of Daisy's little sisters rushed up and began to eat it with their hands. Next to me, Daisy giggled. "They were REALLY happy this morning," she whispered. "I don't think they care that it's my birthday, they just want cake." I laughed loudly. I have a frightening laugh that will normally scare anyone who hears it. So I'm not perfect.

Daisy, however, is perfect.

She gets amazing grades. She's always nice, and she's never in a bad mood of any type. She has lots of friends. Her laugh doesn't sound all weird and distorted.

I like Daisy. When I met her, I knew how outstandingly PERFECT she was. And when I first spoke to her, I felt an emotion bubbling up inside of my chest. At the time I assumed it was envy. Envy of how Daisy was so perfect and I wasn't. But now I don't see it like that. I see it as more of an... admiration.

I don't know why Daisy wanted to be my friend.

I think she felt sorry for me.

Chapter One
The first word on the treasure hunt page was 'something rectangular.' Daisy thought that we should find a board of wood from the abandoned dog house in her backyard. I never told her that I was thinking of cutting a licence plate off of a car. When we ran to the dog house, there were in fact two boards lying around. I grabbed one, but whne I tried to carry it, it just slipped out of my claws. "Need some help?" asked Daisy. I didn't answer, and I guess Daisy assumed that meant that I did need some help.

I guess she was right.

The board made these annoying scraping sounds as we headed down the sidewalk to find the second item, 'something sharp.' The sounds reminded me of my laugh. I was about to suggest that we get a needle when all of a sudden there was a sharp pain in my right foot. "OW!" I yelped. Daisy looked at me. "What happened?" "My foot... I stepped on something." I pulled up my leg to look at the injury. There was a long cut with a little bead of blood at the end that was slowly growing bigger. "Is it bleeding?" I didn't answer. "No." "I know you're lying when you pause like that. Show me the foot."

Told you she was perfect.

Daisy held my foot. "Doesn't look TOO bad. I think I can fix it." Daisy licked her front paw and pressed it against my cut. "Owowowowow that stings..." She quickly removed it. "Sorry. Thought that would help. Anyways, what did you even step on?" I didn't know what I stepped on, and it suddenly occured to me that I should have known by then. I got up and looked behind myself. There was a sharp stone a few feet away. "A rock." Daisy puffed up her face like a parakeet. She did that whenever she got real angry. She stomped over to the rock and tried to kick it. "Ow!" said Daisy, falling over and clutching her toes.. The rock hadn't budged after Daisy had unleashed the full force of her strong rabbit leg on it. That was peculiar. "What the..." said Daisy, rubbing her head. She narrowed her eyes.

"Cleo! Come look at this!"

Chapter Two
(WIP)