Diamond

     At the tender age of seven, I was given the greatest gift I could've have ever wanted for my birthday: a hamster. And this was no ordinary hamster. I knew this because my brother also got one. Mine was a light brown with a little white diamond on his forehead, hence the name "Diamond" He was sweet and loving, and never even pooped on me. My brothers was a hideous white rodent, with ugly reddish eyes that never wanted to be held named Snowball.
     The time I spent with my hamster was wonderful. We had little green plants in our front yard that Diamond and Snowball loved to run around in; I was convinced they were playing hide and go seek with each other. It became an every day activity for my brother and I to bring our hamsters outside to play, while we watched to make sure they never ran too far away.
     One summer day, I had my at-the-time-friend Sydney Price over to play.( Typing her name makes me cringe even now, twelve years later.)  I had told her all about my perfect hamster Diamond, and she was so excited to see him. So, just like I always did, I brought Snowball and Diamond out front to play in their little forest. Sydney and I giggled as we watched the two little guys run round and round.
     Take caution reading this next part: it gets gruesome. So as Sydney was walking over to pick up Snowball, I saw what was coming: it happened in slow motion. As Sydney's hug foot inched closer and closer to the ground, I saw Diamond's petite little body mover right under it. And before I could even open my mouth to scream, I heard a dull crunch as Sydney's foot came down on top of him. She stepped on my hamster. My beautiful, sweet, loving hamster. She gasped and brought her foot up, and underneath her was a squirming and mangled little creature that was probably in more pain than you can imagine. I shrieked, and my mom came running, right away figuring out what happened.
     The after math of the incident was awful, I became a horrified and depressed child, and could not find it in myself to forgive Sydney. I knew it was an accident, but I couldn't look at her without looking at her foot, and I couldn't look at her foot without seeing it squash my best friend. So needless to say, that friendship was over.
     My mom went out and bought me a new hamster A.S.A.P., but it just wasn't the same. Nothing could replace my precious Diamond, and to this day, I will not own a pet small enough to be stepped on. And I still hate Sydney Price.