Wanted by Everybody, Loved by Nobody
Love. This is what many pets and owners take for granted.
I've wondered what it felt like to be loved many times. I'm still wondering. My
name is UglyEarsElephante and I'm still one among many pets that stare through
the pound bars. Well, as long as I'll probably be here for a long time - probably
many months or years - I might as well tell you why I'm here.
"Ugly, get your big, fat, ungrateful self over here!" a teenage girl with short,
black, wavy hair called me. This girl was my owner. More like my slave-driver,
for I was like her slave. But, despite that, she insisted that I call her 'mom'.
Our family consisted of her, Pretty_Perfecto_One,
me, the eldest pet, a clumsy, green Elephante, and my younger brother. My brother
was a baby Gelert. But, like many baby pets, he's not actually a baby. He's
just painted that way. Too bad Perfecto treated him like has was a baby. I'm
actually only a month older then him.
What did Little_Sweety_one do this time? I wondered.
I was always to blame. Sweety would break something, and it would be my fault.
I trudged over to Perfecto from the kitchen.
I had just finished my breakfast of rotten omlette. Our house had two floors
and seven rooms. Four rooms downstairs and three upstairs.
The upstairs was the bedrooms. I had a cardboard
room. The only furnishing was a beat-up old mattress on the floor-this is what
I slept on. Sweety's room was made out of cloud. Actually, Sweety's room was
many rooms, but Perfecto claimed it was only one. I play along that I don't
know how many rooms Sweety's "one room" is. Perfecto's room was made out of
The downstairs is made out of brick. It has
a brick living room, a brick kitchen, a brick bathroom, and a brick foyer.
"Yes, mom?" I asked timidly.
Perfecto looked mad. "What do you mean 'yes
mom'? How could you bring up the nerve to say something that simple after what
I braced myself. She was screaming really loudly
into my ear. I felt like plugging my ears and shouting, 'I didn't do it! Everything
you blame me for was Sweety's fault! I never did anything!"
But that would've made everything worse. Perfecto
was now practically spitting into my ear.
"Ugly, you rotten beast! I always knew that
you were no good! I feed you a whole omlette every single day! (She didn't mention
that she feeds me a rotten omlette each day) I house you! You have a place to
sleep! Ugly, you're going to pay big time for breaking my Faerie Queen Doll!"
I cringed. She had saved up for months for that doll, and it was her prized
treasure! Sweety had played with it and broken it, but lied that it was my fault.
"I don't know why I even keep you!" continued
But I know why she keeps me, and I know that
she knows, too. She created me for the avatar, but she told her friends she
adopted me out of kindness. Ha! That's a laugh! Later, she was too embarrassed
to abandon me after what she had told her friends.
I listened to Perfecto rant a bit longer. "Go
to you room, NOW! You will NOT get any food for a... month! Stay in your room
for a week; after that I'll give you a real punishment."
No food? For a month? I'd starve! I turned around,
not to my room, but to the front door. I opened the door, and ran through the
garden into the street.
It was as if my whole world was falling apart
before my eyes. I didn't know anybody; I didn't know where I was. I was homeless,
ownerless, and friendless. I was a lost pet out in Neopia with nowhere to go.
Neopia seemed such a cold place!
I had been wandering around for approximately
five days, when I stumbled into a pretty blue Bruce. She took one look at me
and mumbled, "Oh dear!" I looked at her through dim eyes, growing dimmer from
fatigue. "Missy, Missy! Another one!" cried the Bruce. I couldn't stand up any
longer; I couldn't see. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. Blacking out,
I fell to my side.
I woke up to the smell of faerie pancakes. It
smelled heavenly. Probably for Sweety-wait. I ran away. Sweety wasn't here…
"Where am I?" I cried out loud as I bolted to a sitting position, as I had been
"Ah, I see you're awake, not to mention, alive.
I'm Happy_Go_Lucky_B, Happy for short. This is my owner, _Missy_Meep_." It was
the Bruce talking.
_Missy_Meep_ smiled, "Just call me Missy. How
about some pancakes?"
I nodded happily. I never did question how I
got to their house, or what they were doing in that alley I had been in when
I had fainted. Perhaps it is better that I hadn't.
After I began to trust Missy and Happy, thinking
that I had a home, thinking that maybe, just maybe I might be feeling love,
Missy called me over to her side. "How about going for a walk, E?"
I nodded eagerly. "Where's Happy? Isn't she
Missy shook her head, "Happy's not feeling that
well today, it'll just be us."
I should have known what was coming. But I was
too busy thinking that I had found a home. Thinking that had blinded me.
We walked for a while, but then Missy stopped
in front of the pound. I didn't think much of it, even though I should have.
"Are we going to adopt another pet, Missy?"
When Missy just ushered me into the pound, I
was beginning to get scared.
"Missy? Missy?!?" I cried out when she spoke
a few words to Dr_Death.
Dr_Death grabbed me and dragged me through the
pound. I craned my neck and just saw Missy. She was leaving, and there wasn't
any trace of sadness, anguish or regret on her face.
My eyes filled with tears-she hadn't loved me.
I still hadn't felt love. Of course she hadn't loved me. She had never told
me she loved me, as she did to Happy. She had never hugged me, like she did
I was left, groping in the dark, feeling for
the light, the light of love.
That bag of peanuts she had treated me to wasn't
meant for my enjoyment. It had been for hers, for she had given me that "Special
treat" for the same reason Perfecto had. Oh, how I hate Avatars! I still hate
Dr_Death placed me in a cage-not unkindly, though.
I lifted my tear-filled eyes to Dr_Death's face; his expression was still gruff.
Yet, underneath that, there was a trace of pity, maybe even kindness. Our eyes
met for a second, then the Techo abruptly turned away and headed back to the
front of the pound.
There it is, the story of my life. Well, not completely. After that day, I
was adopted several times-but just for that avatar. That cursed avatar. A person
would glance my way, my hope would rise. I would feel a surge of joy when Rose
opened my cage. But when I stepped out of the pound, the owner would stuff a
bag of peanuts down my throat, and WHAM! I was back in my cage in thirty seconds
flat. Yes, that's my life-- this is my life. I'm forced to live for that avatar.
I can't live my own life. I must live for that avatar... Maybe, one day, I might
find a home. A home where I can feel loved. Where I can tell my owner 'I love
you'. Where my owner will pat my head and say 'good job' when I achieve a goal.
One day, one day I will find my home.
A/N: Thanks, Fantasy_Scifi, for looking this story over and for the encouragement!
It really helped a lot! I would also like to mention Stoneman3x, for his "encouragement"
earlier on, when I was still kind of new to Neopets. Even if he doesn't know
it, what he said really encouraged me. A lot.