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As a special treat for y'all today I wrote a little story! Well, no more introduction is really needed so...hope you enjoy! It doesn't really have a title but I'm open to suggestions!



I was so bored. It was one of those really cold days where you couldn’t even go out. None of my friends were out and not even any of my so called family would come out with me. I was restricted to the garden. So there I am, stuck indoors, when suddenly I hear Tara come downstairs. Brilliant, I think. Tara will wanna do something fun!

Boy, was I wrong. Tara came down all in a bad mood and everything and yelled at me for getting in her way. Then she sat and ate breakfast and didn’t make me any. I followed her through to the front room and picked up my new bouncy ball, hoping she’d want to play catch or something. Wrong again. She just sat there, watching TV. I sat down next to her and just looked at her. I tried to make my eyes big and cute, like a puppies’ but she was having none of it.

“Get lost!” She yelled, “I’m still mad at you for yesterday!”

Yesterday? Yesterday? What did I do yesterday?! We went to the park and mucked around with a rugby ball we found and then we jumped on the frozen puddles and then we came home. What was she on about?! Then, as if reading my mind, said; “There I am, faced with the man I love and what do you do? You push me over like a little five year old before running away into the woods! I can’t believe you sometimes. You think it’s all one big joke.” With that she stormed out the room. I mulled over her words for a few minutes before remembering that I did indeed push her over. How could I have forgotten? The thing is, is I was just mucking around and slipping over on the ice when I slipped a little too much and went into the back of her. She fell over and landed on an icy puddle and I felt so bad I ran into the woods so she didn’t have a go at me. It so wasn’t my fault and I don’t know what she sees in that boy anyway. What was his name now? Oh yeah – Leroy, or something else just as daft. He’s sort of tall and has stubble and has this mop of black hair. He smokes too, which is bad. And has his eyebrow pierced. The only good thing about him is that he has this little Jack Russell called Typhoid. It’s a ridiculous name but man is that dog fun! He’ll charge about all over the field and sometimes me and him will race. But only when I’ve got tons of energy. He always wins anyway. He’s a real nutcase. Sometimes I’ll play with his ball while he’s the other side of the field but he’ll see and come charging over, slam into the side of me, nearly knocking me off my feet and grab the ball back. Nutcase of a dog.

I sat for a few more minutes thinking about pushing Tara over. It was an accident. Honestly. I got up and went into her room. She was sitting on her bed writing in her diary. There were hearts all over the front of it with Leroy’s name in it and a picture of him stuck on the front. I think she stole it from his MSN or something. I stood next to her for a while but she didn’t even notice me. I moved round toward the end of the bed, so I was right in front of her but she didn’t look up. I went back round and tapped her on the shoulder. She glared at me and told me get out. I didn’t. I wasn’t leaving and she couldn’t make me. Whoops, wrong again, again. She got up, squeezed the back of my neck and dragged me all the way out! Honestly, I thought, the rudeness of some people! I come to apologise and she chucks me out. And just as she closes the door in my face I hear her mutter under her breath the worst insult of all; “Dumb dog. I knew we should have got a cat.”



Well, that's it for now! Hope you enjoyed!


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