Today's the Day!

Today's THE Day!

I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!

HE HA HA HA HEHE HAHAAAA

I had my hands on my hips and looking at the blue sky, chuckled evilly. Today will be a good day.

"Mommy, why is the scary man laughing like a demon?"

I heard a childlike voice behind me. I turned back to find a child pointing me to his mother. I coughed twice, tilted my imaginary hat like a cowboy and said, "Ma'am!"

And started walking to my parents’ home. I woke up early to work out, so I got a lotta time to plan for revenge.

Anyhow, now to think of a plan for my Revenge… I am thinking about inviting them to my parents’ home and then prank them…

The best person to ask about it would be… Of course, my Dad…

'Cause... Hypothetically speaking...

If something happens...

To the lawn...

To the kitchen...

To the furniture...

My Ma will kill me.

If something happens...

To the Car...

To the porch...

To the garage...

My Da will kill me.

Maybe location has to be changed… most definitely…

If something happens to any of the above things...

And Ma & Da get angry...

Our Dog, Blackie (such cliché name… I roll my eyes inwardly) will chase me to the ends of the world and then take my throat to play tug as he does with his plush toys.

I visibly gulp. Blackie's teeth are wicked sharp. He is small but wicked. I shuddered inwardly. I do not like dogs…

Not because of Blackie…

Well, it is not strictly true… Yes, he is the cause… to a little extent…

But I also had lot of bad instances with dogs since young. And believe me when I say that… the situation has not improved…

Really!!

They have it out for me…

I shake my head at the atrocity towards such a fantastic and awesome individual. Sometimes, I think they have personal vendettas against me.

Definitely, not like that cool dog walking down the lane ahead of me…

It looked if it had the world in his paws with its sleek, gleaming black coat…

Definitely not a Stray…

Its Owner must love it, since it looked well groomed. And believe me when I say that, I KNOW what a well groomed Dog looked like. I do have a live example... guarding my Parents’ home like Cerberus guarding the gates of the Underworld.

Now, please do not ask how I know Greek mythology so well…

It’s not because I majored in Greek mythology in College…

It’s also not because my Mom has professor for Greek & Roman Literature…

It’s definitely not because my sister loves romances set in Greek mythology…

It’s due to simple, easy fact that we are essentially, descended from... or in simple words... I am Greek.

Ta…Da...

Never would have guessed it, huh??

Walking towards the intersection, I stopped to wait for the street signal to turn red and cross the road. This was a quaint neighborhood. Quiet on workdays. And busy on weekdays. Especially in the park across the street.

I was cross the park to walk to my parents’ home, rather than taking the main street. I feel nostalgic looking at all the children playing, families setting picnic in bright sunshine and even dogs running all around chasing other dogs, at times their own tails….

Makes me feel…

Well, to be fair… Damn good to having served in military…

I had always been a protector… makes me feel pride…

Even if I am broken today… Looking at all these people… even dogs… I feel good that I had been at the front lines, protecting them… their safety… their smiles… their happiness…

Suddenly, a dog leapt in front to catch a Frisbee and crashed with me. Dhup… Ouch… The Frisbee hit me right in the forehead and the dog crashed on me completely.

Double ouch… the dog… a German Sheppard scrambled to get up with its pointy nails, greasing on shirt and jacket…

Thank god… It fell on my fore body… If any of those nails were anywhere near my lower… main part… you know, what I mean… my reaction would have been more than ‘Double Ouch’!!!??!

I scrambled to get up as well and in the process, my leg kicked the dog… Which in turn made it lose its footing, making it fall down… again… Woww… this dog was one hell of a klutz…

The owner came running… a young girl skinny girl wearing shorts, probably in college... way too young for me…

“So Sorry… Mister…,” she stuttered and went to get the lease around the dog, “he… he didn’t… mean it…”

Damn, Am I that scary?

“It’s Ok… Just take care not to hit anyone else…” I replied…

The dog got up and shook itself… Then turned its glare on me… and growled…

“Hey Dude… No harm done… You Ok, Buddy?” I smiled, in as much as harmlessly and friendly as I can appear.

The dog growled louder, apparently taking my smile as a… well… a threat…

Damn… I knew that dogs had it out for me…

I took couple of steps back, since I had a feeling that this is going to get ugly…

The girl tried to hold back the dog with the lease and practically started begging, “Cupcake... sweetie… its ok… calm down... let the nice man goooo….” And started tagging the lease, with all the strength her skinny body could muster.

But seemed that Cupcake… or Sweetie… whatever its name was… wanted to have a man-to-man fight… with its teeth and sharp nails…

I calculated… If I run, he would grab me by my leg and that is going to hurt… Plus I won’t be able to defend myself... Better, I let him leap and bite my hand and I could at least strike him with other hand…

The lease broke because of pressure applied by both, the girl and her dog… which was… well… looked very cross…

And the dog suddenly took off to a run and leapt at me…

I took out my left hand, ready to take the dog, plus the pain it will cause and my right, ready to punch it with full force…

Suddenly, there was a black blur of fur, sprung behind me… leaping towards the German Sheppard, to meet it in midair…