"Hey, Kyle. Are you going to be nice today?"

He smiled and nodded but I knew that even he wouldn't know when his impulses would start. He stretched his scaly body on my bed and hopped off. Sometimes I liked him and how much fun his dragon self could be. Other times, I just wished he would go away. I stepped out of bed and followed him to the bathroom. I began to get ready for the day. I was half asleep but I had the routine down.

I walked to the closet to chose my outfit. I heard Kyle grunt. I looked to see him pointing to the shoes.

"No, Kyle, I have to put on my clothes before I put on my shoes."

He pointed at the shoes again, this time with more force.

"Kyle, we talked about this, clothes first." This time I turned to the closet to ignore him, but he started growling about the shoes. I decided to grab the socks and hold them, hoping to appease him and tell him that shoes would be soon but he kept growling.

Next thing I knew, I heard my mom yelling at me.

"Chloe, please stop being lazy and hurry up!"

There were so many noises going on. It hurt my head. I needed to get my clothes on. I needed to eat breakfast. I needed to get my shoes on. I needed to make my bed. Then Kyle hit my head. Over and over again

Despite his efforts, I trudgingly put on my dress, then my socks, and finally my shoes. That's when Kyle stopped hitting me. But man, did my head hurt.

I walked downstairs to see my mom angry at me for being late. She talks about no breakfast but my head blocks her out. I see Kyle smiling at me. Why was he smiling? He pointed to my coat.

"No, Kyle, I have to put my work in my bag first."

And the cycle began again.