This update is a lovely piece of fanfiction, written by -TruBlue! We're extremely glad that Lilly found her forever home! The full fanfiction can be read when you click on "read more!"
I remember the day I was adopted.
It was long ago, in July 2008. My owner, Samantha, gave me my name: Lilly. Samantha was a young girl, around 13. She checked up on me every day after school. For Christmas, she gave me some Pocky. It looked like she had an endless supply because every time I gobbled one up, she would pull out another one out of a box! We loved each other, and we were happy.
However, over time, Samantha got older. Soon, she went into high school and was buried by the amount of homework she got. She visited me less and less often. Then, one day, she adopted another pet to keep me company. His name was Polar, probably because his fur was as white as a polar bear. We became siblings, but it wasn't enough. I missed Samantha, and our cuddles and how she told me about her day. Once, she never visited for two long months.
Many years later, she came back with a basket. She placed me and Polar in it. Why was she doing this? Where were we going? I started to shake. Samantha looked at us with a sad face.
"I'm sorry, Lilly and Polar, but I have to send you to the pound." The pound? I've never heard of it. We walked inside. It didn't look too bad. At least, the lobby. Samantha walked over to us. "I'll never forget either of you. I'm sorry I have to do this, but goodbye." Then she kissed both of our foreheads and walked out the door.
I was placed in a small cage. I was away from my home, my owner, even my brother. I started to cry.
"Psst! Hey!" A voice called. I looked over and saw a small rat. He was white with a unicorn horn on his head.
"Why are you here? You're a Dogtag!" A dogtag? What's that?
"I'm just an OMG so common rat, thrown in here time after time when each owner sees my rarity." He said. "I've never had an owner for more than two weeks."
"My owner got me when she was younger," I said. "Now she's too busy to see me and my brother. So I guess she put us here." I sighed. This place wasn't anything like home.
However, one day, the loudspeaker came on.
"The pound will open in two minutes!" It yelled. I jumped up. Wow! Two minutes! I smiled. My new owner would come and adopt me and feed me Pocky, like Samantha! Then, a flood of players rushed in, adopting pets this way and that.
"Soko!" Someone said, pointing to me. He was about 15, and he didn't look like Samantha at all. He started speaking to me in another language.
"Kimihabokunomono!" He exclaimed. I was confused. What was he saying? He picked me up and stroked my ears. Then, he brought me to his house, and my new home.
I caught onto this new language fast. The boy's name was Kyo, and he spoke Japanese. He had a ton of pets! Wow! However, he placed me in a separate group away from them. I wasn't given Pocky. I missed Samantha. I missed Polar. I missed everything about my old life.
About a month later, I heard a loud knock on the door. Kyo opened it to find Tess. Standing with her arms crossed.
"We've seen a report that you have recently posted multiple inappropriate drawings." She said. "I'm sorry, but you're banned."
Banned? What does that mean? Is it bad? I guess it was because Kyo was lead out the door and didn't come back. Then, she came back and took me and the other pets to the Pound again.
This time, I was in the pound for a month until it was time for me to get adopted. Next to my cage was a chicken named Potato who was pecking at some newspaper. I took a look at it, but I couldn't believe my eyes so I looked at it again. Christmas was almost here! Maybe I could get an owner for Christmas! I ran around my small cage excitedly.
"Christmas is almost here!" I exclaimed.
"Christmas?" A cat asked. "When?"
"Soon!" I replied. And it was soon. It was almost Christmas Eve!
Finally, it was Christmas Eve. It was cold outside, with small snowflakes falling from the sky. It was my adoption day! I was so excited I could barely keep still. My tail was wagging like crazy! When the pound opened, people ran in as if there was a million Pocky sticks here. I waited. Nobody came. I waited some more. Still nobody. Finally, a young girl came up to me and stroked my fur. She was about 13, like Samantha. Yet she had straight brown hair, while Samantha had blond hair. Her name was Abigail. She smiled at me and picked me up. I couldn't believe it! My new owner! On the way home, I licked her hand a bajillion times as she introduced herself. The white snowflakes stuck to her magenta hat and to my brown fur.
When we got to her house, I started to run around. It had a nice cozy feel to it. She fed me, and then we decorated the Christmas tree. She hung up two stockings: One for her, and one for me. Then, we baked some cookies.
"Do you want one?" She asked me. I barked, and she tossed one of the golden brown cookies to me. Wow! They were absolutely deeee-licious! They tasted a bit like Pocky, but different. She put some on a plate and put them on the table near the fireplace, along with a glass of cold milk. She looked at the clock.
"Oh no!" She said. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed!" I followed her up the stairs, where she put her pajamas on and brushed her teeth. When she was done, she flicked the light switch and climbed into bed. There was a blanket laid out, so I jumped on it and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Abigail woke me up bright and early. What time was it? I didn't care. We ran downstairs to find presents in our stockings and under the tree. We spent two hours opening our gifts together! But the best present I got was Abigail.
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