Must Love Dogs, chapter 1
"Dammit! Where the hell is that shirt!" I yelled. I was late for a date, my shirt was
missing, and my dog was nowhere to be seen.
After 5 seconds of running around my room, I found it under my bed. It was a shirt I had bought at Hot Topic, that said, "Brown is the color of poo." I pulled it on, smoothed out the crinkles, and slipped on my black DCs. Running to the bathroom, I grabbed my eyeliner, and dashed it on.
Looking into my reflection for the last time, my gray-green eyes stood out through thick black eyeliner, and my brown hair was in a perfect ponytail. Smoothing my shirt once more, I reached for my American Eagle book bag, and slipped in my lip gloss, sunglasses, and cell phone. Done. I had to admit, I looked pretty good.
"Scoob!" I called for my Great Dane, which resembled Scooby Doo almost identically.
He bounded into my room, leash in his mouth.
"Sorry Scoob, but I can't take you! I'm already late as it is!" I said, apologetically. His ears drooped, eyes dropped, and tail stopped wagging. That nearly broke my heart.
"Ok, ok, you can come... " I groaned.
With that, he popped back to life, and a minute later, we were out of the house.
I finally reached the place that I was supposed to be 10 minutes ago, only to find that my boss wasn't there. "Shit, shit, shit, and shit on top of a fucking cherry sundae," I muttered under my breath.
Scoob whined, and acted as if I had been talking about him.
"No, no, sorry Scoob, I didn't mean it like that."
He raised his head again.
On a sudden impulse, I reached into my bag and pulled out my cell.
4 missed calls.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed.
That caused a group of old farts to look my way. I grinned at them, and turned back to my phone. I flipped it open. All of those calls were from my boss.
I dialed his number, only to get his fucking voice mail.
"Damn," I groaned, and hit my head. "C'mon Scoob, let's go home." I pulled on his leash, but he wouldn't follow.
"C'mon Scoob! I said, let's go home!"
No answer. Instead, he just shot the opposite direction, yankin' my arm nearly out of its socket. We shot passed streets, red lights, and zoomin' cars.
HOLY SHIT SCOOB! IM GONNA DIE!" I screamed, making Scoob run faster. By the time Scoob had slowed down, I had a chance to look at my surroundings. A beach. Huh. Kinda looked like the beach near Oakland.
Scoob pressed his nose down on the ground, and broke free from my grasp.
He shot like a rabbit once it was shot it the butt, and darted towards the pier.
"Scoob! Wait! No! Bad dog! SCOOOOB!" I screamed.
I heard his barking, then the yell of an all to familiar voice... .
missing, and my dog was nowhere to be seen.
After 5 seconds of running around my room, I found it under my bed. It was a shirt I had bought at Hot Topic, that said, "Brown is the color of poo." I pulled it on, smoothed out the crinkles, and slipped on my black DCs. Running to the bathroom, I grabbed my eyeliner, and dashed it on.
Looking into my reflection for the last time, my gray-green eyes stood out through thick black eyeliner, and my brown hair was in a perfect ponytail. Smoothing my shirt once more, I reached for my American Eagle book bag, and slipped in my lip gloss, sunglasses, and cell phone. Done. I had to admit, I looked pretty good.
"Scoob!" I called for my Great Dane, which resembled Scooby Doo almost identically.
He bounded into my room, leash in his mouth.
"Sorry Scoob, but I can't take you! I'm already late as it is!" I said, apologetically. His ears drooped, eyes dropped, and tail stopped wagging. That nearly broke my heart.
"Ok, ok, you can come... " I groaned.
With that, he popped back to life, and a minute later, we were out of the house.
I finally reached the place that I was supposed to be 10 minutes ago, only to find that my boss wasn't there. "Shit, shit, shit, and shit on top of a fucking cherry sundae," I muttered under my breath.
Scoob whined, and acted as if I had been talking about him.
"No, no, sorry Scoob, I didn't mean it like that."
He raised his head again.
On a sudden impulse, I reached into my bag and pulled out my cell.
4 missed calls.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed.
That caused a group of old farts to look my way. I grinned at them, and turned back to my phone. I flipped it open. All of those calls were from my boss.
I dialed his number, only to get his fucking voice mail.
"Damn," I groaned, and hit my head. "C'mon Scoob, let's go home." I pulled on his leash, but he wouldn't follow.
"C'mon Scoob! I said, let's go home!"
No answer. Instead, he just shot the opposite direction, yankin' my arm nearly out of its socket. We shot passed streets, red lights, and zoomin' cars.
HOLY SHIT SCOOB! IM GONNA DIE!" I screamed, making Scoob run faster. By the time Scoob had slowed down, I had a chance to look at my surroundings. A beach. Huh. Kinda looked like the beach near Oakland.
Scoob pressed his nose down on the ground, and broke free from my grasp.
He shot like a rabbit once it was shot it the butt, and darted towards the pier.
"Scoob! Wait! No! Bad dog! SCOOOOB!" I screamed.
I heard his barking, then the yell of an all to familiar voice... .
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