Sunglasses: Duchess Cleverclaw's Story

My name is Duchess.

Duchess Cleverclaws.

I used to be lame, Until one day.

I was dancing in Club Geoz, alone.

Nobody ever goes there, but I went there anyways.

I thought I was cool. Wearing my red blanket over my back, Wearing my cool bracelets,

But I wasn't.

I didn't know I wasn't cool, Until somebody said it out loud.

It was a wolf named Major Fastclaw.

They walked into Club Geoz to go to the photobooth.

They saw me, and said:

"You know you're not cool, right?"

I stared at them in disbelief.

I was cool, right? I went home.

I thought about what that rude wolf said all night.

"Haha, look at the loser!"

"She's so ugly!"

"Ew, look at her weird blanket!"

I stared at everybody around me.

"Please, stop!"

They didn't stop.

"You think we're all gonna listen to you, loser?"

I felt tears streaming down my face. I had cried in front of everybody.

Maybe I was a loser.

I woke up, breathing heavily.

It was all a dream. I didn't cry in front of everybody!

Maybe I still have a chance to be cool... I thought.

I ran all around Jamaa, looking for Major Fastclaw.

I finally found him, shopping in Jam Mart Clothing.

"Hey, you! Major!" I yelled.

"What do you want, loser?" He replied back.

"I am cool. You are wrong!" I screamed. I kept thinking: I am cool. I am cool.

"No you're not, you stupid little raccoon!" He said, with a mean smirk on his face.

"Y-Yeah I am! I have cool bracelets, and-and a cool blanket!" I said back, choking back my tears.

"Nobody wears blankets, idiot! Don't you know anything about what actual cool people wear?"

He shredded my blanket with his claw. I quickly took it off my back. I stared at it, with a sad face.

He had shredded the blanket that I made all on my own. A tear fell down onto the torn blanket.

"Are you gonna cry, little baby?" He barked, that mean smirk still spread across his face.

"No. I'm not going to cry. I don't care what you say about me, Major." I quickly snapped.

"Pfft, you don't mean that." He walked off, and a pair of sunglasses fell from his bag.

I slipped them on, and looked at my reflection in a shiny helmet that was on display.

I looked cool. I threw the torn up blanket onto my back. I shouldn't care about what people

say about me. You shouldn't care about what people say about you, either.