Bingo rushes in, after about an hour or something of me just sleeping.

"Bluey! It's dinner time!" She exclaims, holding a cup of apple juice.

I grunt as I get up off of my bed, and stare at Bingo.

"Let's go!" She rushes me out of there.

We walk downstairs to the dining room, and sit down.

I have a cup of apple juice as well...

"Bluey?"  Mum looked over. "Something wrong?"

I don't respond, as I finish off my food, and put them in the dishwasher.

I brush off the bit of potato I have on my furr, and slide on my shoes.

Today, I'm wearing a shirt and jeans, even though dogs aren't supposed to wear clothing or some shit.

I love wearing clothes, it make me feel comfortable.

"I'm heading out," I say as I put my phone in my pocket.

"Where to?" Dad asks.

"Wherever my feet take me." I answer as I leave the house.

My bright pink converse shine under the sun light that's still left.

I put on my headphones, Burger Dog starts playing.

A smile creeps onto my face as I walk, to anywhere.

I pass by the park I used to go to all the time.

I stop, and turn around, running ro the park.

I hop onto the swings, and close my eyes, feeling the warm sunlight on my soft blue furr.

I swing back and forth.

I open my eyes, and stare off into the distance, thoughts taking over me.

I hop off the swings, and run around, feeling alive again.

My fifteen year old body getting movement, actual movement feels amazing.

I dance to the songs, singing along to them, doing the air guitar.

I let myself fall onto the tanbark, and close my eyes.

"Who's this bitch?" Someone kicks me.

I don't flinch, or make any movement..

I'm off in my own world, I don't need some assholes to ruin that.

"Bluey, that's Bluey!" A familiar voice speaks.

I twitch. Bluey..

"Bluey? Well, he's ugly." Someone says.

My body untenses at the word he, referring to me.

"Oh, she's a she!" The familiar voice yells.

"Looks like a guy to me."

"I don't know why she's wearing boy clothes, she's a girl." The familiar voice spoke.

My body moves really fast, bring in g me up off of the ground.

My eyes open, and I see the familiar voice dog.

Oh it's Indy.

Indy. I twitch.

I grab her, and start screaming words (i don't know what I'm saying,) at her.

I stop, and fall to the ground, and stare at the sky.

The two leave after a few seconds of silence from me, and leave me there.

I get up after an hour, grabbing the tanbark, and start throwing it.

No one's here, as it's 9pm, so I'm alone.

I let all my anger out in that moment, feeling relief.

Suddenly, I'm back to dancing and doing the air guitar. I'm screaming about how much I need you, a song my favourite band made.

Despite me still loving the songs I loved when I was seven, I've grown attached to emo music, and pop punk and pop.

I sing, doing the air guitar, loving life.

I dance around, screaming/singing, sucking the energy out of me.

I love my alone time
It's the time I can be myself
Without worrying if I'm doing something wrong
I just let it all out
The anger,
The sadness,
The little kid in me
It makes me feel like myself
I always have the music blasting in my ears,
Whether it be a soundtrack or guys screaming
I still have music blasting in my ears.

A song forms in my head as I listen to whatever soundtrack song that's playing.

Once it ends, I pull out my phone, and go back to that song.

This time, I sing that song, the song that formed in my head.