Hedgehogs Short Story

It all started on a cool, fall morning. The bright blazing sun in my eyes awoke me. And the blanket wrapped around me like I’m a butterfly in a cocoon. The night before, my dad told me to stay home, because I felt like I was dipped in a lake, then left out without any warmth in the snow. My head spinning, my skin freezing, and my stomach turning inside out. The feeling to get my morning started got me to roll out of bed.

As I was walking downstairs, the sickness made me feel like a zombie. My dad told me to go get dressed, and I was thinking to myself, doesn’t he know I feel like I just ran for twenty four hours straight? Following his directions, I dragged myself upstairs. The clothes that I was putting on made me feel like I was
Inside I was jumping up and down, wanted to scream with joy. I couldn’t stop smiling. She led us inside. The first thing I saw was many plastic boxes with holes on the lid filled with hedgehogs. Because I’ve wanted one so badly, this made the experience even more wonderful. My dad and I got to hold a few of them. One of the hedgehogs pooped on my dad. That made me think that this would be a fun, gross, and exciting time. We narrowed the selection down to two hedgehogs. They were marked with paint in different colors. One of them had a fiery attitude, and the other was sweet, but was returned from college students for some reason. I settled down of the sweet one, to see why they returned her.

As we were returning home, I couldn’t stop smiling and saying thank you. When we returned to the warmness of home, I felt a lot better for some reason. I helped my dad set up her cage, or box, and I held her. She was a little hesitant at first, but then I got to hold her for almost and hour. This was one of my best days of my life.

After this, I named her Gracie Belle. I would try to hold Gracie Belle everyday to make her get used to me. My dog would try to eat her, because his breed hunts mice. My dad and I bought a cage without a roof, so I can play with her. Giving Gracie Belle baths would give me a bunch of personal time with her. It would make me frustrated when she wouldn’t want to be held.

One day I asked my dad “Will Gracie Belle ever like me, she always hisses at me when I try to pick her