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The Secret Gold Fish
D.B. Caulfield
Running home from the store, I was talking to my best friend Marcia. While I continued in a calm and low voice, Marcia was explaining to me how maintaining a pet would be a bad idea. My mother never really liked animals under her roof.
As I saw the green of the all too familiar lawn, my hands grew to a sweaty mess; I almost dropped my plastic bag that I had a death grip on in my left hand. Running past my mother, hiding my left arm behind my back side, I climbed the seventeen stairs to reach my bedroom.
In my room, I lightly set Dog the gold fish on my bed. Marcia was starting to scream in my ear, telling me this was a bad idea. Dog was moving in the bag, or at least I think she was. Marcia would not shut the hell up.
“Drew,” my mother calls from the other side of my door, “time for your medicine.” Marcia is yelling even louder, right into my ear. My mother twists the door handle, trying to enter my small sanctuary. I throw my whole being up to the door, trying to keep the elderly woman out of my space. Dropping the small plastic bag that I had unknowingly grasped for the second time, the little amount of water within the airtight bubble splashes onto my toes. “Andrew?” I keep my back to the door, but step forward to allow my mother to step into my sanctuary. Marcia can’t even stop yelling for two seconds to help me clean up the water, she is too busy telling me how she had predicted everything would happen. Girls, I hate ‘em.
“Shut up, Marcia!” I scream towards the corner of my room, but Marica took no notice to my actions, she kept telling me off.
“Andrew, who is Marica,” my mother asks, trailing off to take in the scene of my suddenly wet feet and the contents of my small bag, “why is there a plastic fish covered in gold paint?” My mother always questions me, you would think I am on an episode of ‘Truth or Consequences’.
Swallowing my pill and scooping my no longer secret pet into my pocket, Marcia is gone. No more Marcia yelling in my ear, no more Dog. My only chance at having a secret gold fish is now gone.

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This was written based off of hte story in which Holden Caulfield is so very pleased by.