PAC AND TUBBO DECIDED TO BE BESTIES BC THEY BOTH LOVE THE CREATE MOD AND RICHAS ASKED TO CALL HIM TIO TUBBO :(((((
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I lunge forward and miss him, his little tail vanishing into the growth as everyone else stands, Jen’s folding chair topples to the ground behind her as I make a split second decision to dive headfirst into the hedge after him.
I flail around in its dense foliage, legs waving in the air somehow expecting, or just blindly hoping to feel his downy fur but my fingers find only the rough wood of the fence and damp earth. Sharp branches scrape my arms as I continue to search anyway, certain he’s just scared and hiding, standing in there somewhere and not already fled from the garden.
“Is he in there?” says Jen.
“I can’t see him,” I struggle free of the bush, pull leaves from my clothes and wipe blood from a raised scratch on my arm, then join the others on their hands and knees on the lawn, tearing flowers and grasses out of the way.
“Goose? Goose!” Hazel’s voice is shaking, “He’s gone. I think he’s gone.”
“He’s around here somewhere,” Jen says soothingly, “He can’t have gone far.
I begin to scan the rest of the little garden, and accidentally lock eyes with Michelle who is giving me such visceral evil eyes that I break out in a sweat.
“Is there any way he could have gotten out?” I ask her.
“Yeah, possibly, there could be any number of gaps in the fence, I don’t know.”
Hazel starts hyperventilating, waving her hands around in front of her face as Jen throws her arms around her in an attempt to console her.
“Well at what point should we stop looking in the bushes and start assuming he’s escaped?”
“I don’t know, maybe since this is your fault you should go for a hike and find him.”
I pause and stare back at her, resentment licking up and down my spine, followed closely by an enormous wave of shame, aware that we are making it all about us when it’s Hazel’s cat that is missing, and this is Jen’s barbeque date that I have ruined, in much the same way that I ruin most things, with either carelessness or selfishness or some rotten combination of both.
“No, don’t go,” Hazel sniffles, “I think- I think he’ll answer to my voice.”
“I’ll come with you-”
“I’ll go with her,” Jen says, gently but insistently, “You can stay here and see if he comes back.”
“Okay.” I don’t know what to do but to watch them get up, mud on their hands and knees and rush towards the side gate so that they can begin searching the streets.
Michelle leaves the garden without a word, and I begin cleaning up the plates and glasses, unsure of what else to do with myself. I can hear Hazel and Jen's desperate calls for Goose for a while, their voices getting further and further away until they disappear into the distance until they are drowned out by the birds and the bugs. Then it's just me and the rumble of the trains as they pass by, iron wheels, iron tracks, over and over.
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you can kiss the glass.
but i want Them to kiss Me!!!! what are they gonna do Hit their head on my face 😢😢😢😢
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THERE'S A SPIDER ON MY FUCKING BED CURTAINS, IM KILLING MYSELF, I CANT DO THIS RN, LIKE, IM TRYNA EDIT MY CHAPTERS, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
IF THERE'S A GOD, THEY WOULDN'T DO THIS TO ME
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