Snippet #1818581

Positioned mutely in front of her, he lifted to his hind legs, and then settled his front paws comfortably against the smooth brunette waves of his owner. He was hungry; therefore, he lowered his head, slipped forth his tongue, and lapped lightly along her cheek. When that got no response, Daegon scooted slightly to the side and attempted once again, this time his tongue ran across her right eyelid, a soft whimper escaping his tiny being.
His tail immediately began its to and fro motion as her nose nuzzled lightly into the fur along his belly. He licked once more, ears pointed as she continued to softly press her nose to his stomach.

“Mmhh…” She hummed; eyes squeezed shut to keep his tongue out.

The unyielding pup hopped onto his owner’s curled form, leaned down, and grabbed a piece of stray hair between his jaws before tugging lightly. His actions screamed for her attention, and with a huff, Jacqueline gave into her pup’s demands.
Though clearly wanting more sleep, comforter tangled around her legs, she rolled onto her back; hands swiftly scooped up the energetic pup, before she brought his form up into her line of sight.

“Daegon…” She whispered, her brown eyes narrowed to slits as they focused on the squirming animal. “Momma needs to sleep…” She whined to him, in hopes of getting a response of understanding. Nevertheless, Daegon merely blinked, tilted his head to the side, and softly barked; he wanted food.
“No Dae’, sleep, not food.” Lips puckered in a pout, the young sleep deprived woman kicked her covers off, not bothering to straighten out her twisted nightgown, and stepped out of her room; puppy happily trailing after her.
“If you had thumbs, this wouldn’t be a problem.” She said, her gaze slanted down to the prancing pup before she sighed and rubbed at her tired eyes.

She filled two bowls with food and another two with water before she moved towards the other dog kennel and let Heineken out. “Thumbs. Both of you.”

Jacqueline hadn’t bothered to set an alarm or look at the time because she knew she wouldn’t make it to her first class. ‘Bummer,’ she thought, ‘I enjoy Forensics class.’

She only had two classes a day, excluding Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays of course.
She moved through the house to the living room, and then collapsed onto their large plush couch, though her left arm and leg brushed against the carpet.

“Knatilee…” She cried out, eyes closed. Two seconds had not passed before Jacqueline tried once more; head slightly lifted off the cushion. “Knatileeeeeeee.” When she received no response, Jacqueline focused her attention to the turned off television as she stretched her left hand out to the coffee table for the remote. She clicked the TV on, and immediately turned to the news.
“Murder…” she mumbled. When nothing negative pointed to her or her sister, Jacqueline turned to her favorite drama; Law & Order Special Victims Unit.

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Thirty minutes later, Jacqueline was fully awake with a piece of toast between her lips, and a filled glass of orange juice atop the island top. The TV still blasted, and Jacqueline leaned her form to rest against the counter as she chewed her toast, a frown on her lips. “He did it, Elliot. It’s got to be hi-“Jacqueline’s gaze slanted to the time on the microwave, and she gasped, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh shit, class!” She swallowed both toast and juice in four short gulps before she settled the glass in the sink and rushed to her bathroom; nightgown tossed in her hamper along with other dirty items.

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Fifteen minutes later, she hopped out of the shower and quickly braided her hair into a fishtail braid before she slipped on a pair of pink polka-dotted panties.
Ten minutes after being out of the shower, Jacqueline stepped out of her room, fully dressed in black shorts, a yellow cropped top with splashes of blue, a pair of black sandals,and a blue bagthat draped over her shoulder and across her chest.

She glanced down at her wristwatch and hissed as though burned. “9:45…fuck.” Her next class was at 10:10. She quickly grabbed a chilled water bottle from the ‘fridge, tucked it in her bag, and then grabbed her keys before she rushed out; the door locked behind her. Her hand slipped into her bag, and pulled out her phone. Quickly sending a message to her sister: ‘Taking the jeep ’, Jacqueline paused at the elevators, impatiently waiting for the doors to open and it to take her downstairs.

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Jacqueline slipped easily through traffic; she pouted when there was a stop light, grinned when she barely made green lights, and glared when others cut her off. “Fuckers!” She yelled, though her windows were up and no one paid her any mind.

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As she imagined, when briskly walking through noiseless halls, class was already in session when Jacqueline silently opened the glass door of her classroom, and made her way into the back where empty seats greeted her with ‘open arms.’
As indiscernibly as she could possibly be, Jacqueline pulled out her notebook and pen, sent a quick text message to both Lee and Lucy: ‘How’re you feeling?’ before she started taking notes on what was being said.