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August 2017

by: 
Joseph, Teen Contributor

I'm lost. I've been gone from my home for quite some time. I'm somewhere in between New York and California, I'm in a big city it is full of people, some that are mean, some that are nice. Once I got hit by a broom, another time I was given a meat and cheese sandwich. I ate it appreciatively... wait, let me tell you what led up to this…I was walking with my family through a city in New York, when all of a sudden I smelled a cat in the alley ahead. I went after the cat, but I was stopped by my collar. I kept on pulling my collar, but it was breaking. I didn't care so I kept on pulling, then my color broke.  I went after the cats for 7 blocks; I kept on chasing the cat until it went through a pipe. I went in after the cat because it was the alley’s only way through. The pipe only led me to the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse had holes the size of a small wastebasket in the sides of the walls. The holes in the walls were big enough for a cat to fit through, but too small for a dog like me to fit through. At first I did not hear the hissing behind me,and then when the cat went through the crack in the wall I gave up.Then I decided to walk home,but when I turned around the entrance was blocked by a dozen or two of mad cats. I felt paralyzed in fear. When they attacked, I  fought to get out of the alley. However, when I was out I realized I was lost!

 

The second I started to walk away my front left paw felt like it was being cut.  When I looked down I saw blood in the shape of my foot on the paved asphalt of the alley.  I had to limp to a park so I could rest on the grass.  As I was walking to the park I was also leaving a trail of blood.  

I chose to lay at the base of a tree because the shade was cool.  As I was laying there I decided to look at my cut and as it turned out, I had a headless thumbtack stuck in the main pad of my foot.  As I tried to get out it seemed to go farther in my foot.  When I was finally able to get the broken thumbtack out, it was dusk.  Even though I was in pain, I had to find food and a place to sleep.  I went to another alley to check for food.  When I rummaged through the trash of a deli, I found some sausage links that were not too old-looking.  After I had eaten one link I heard a menacing low growl.  So I slowly turned around and from the shadow of another dumpster I saw the golden eyes of a pit bull.  

When he came completely out, I could see that his ear was halfway ripped off and was hanging down.  He spoke in a low gravely voice.  “This is my turf! Who are you?” he said.

“I am Jackson. Who are you?” I said in a trembling voice.

“I am a pit bull as you can see” he replied.

“That is not what I meant” I said.

“Then what did you mean?” he growled.

“I meant what do they call you? I answered..

“Who is they?” he said sarcastically.

“What do the other animals call you?” I replied.

“I don’t have a phone to talk to the other animals with.” he laughed.

“Ha Ha, how about this, what is your name” I desperately said.

“Oh, they call me the killer” he growled.

“That is all I wanted to know.” I said as I smirked.  Which dogs can’t do so I failed.  I looked down to see if the sausage was still there.  It was.  I looked up and the killer was gone.  Then the smell of sausage was disappearing so I looked down again and it was gone.  So in fear I left the area.  I was surprised to see that for how dark it was outside it was still crowded.

 

I had become frightened because I realized that I was a homeless dog.  I'm so used to being provided for that I produced a small whimper. t least I have the galaxy  above me and I get to sleep under it.  I started to feel tired. “My muscles are hurting” I said to no one. So I decided sleep under a bush because the clouds looked like it would rain. The bush did not work like an umbrella like I hoped it would.  I debated whether I should stay or find a new spot to sleep and decided  to leave. I went to the outskirts of the city and found a car junkyard and jumped into a car that had its windows rolled down. I went into the back seat to sleep for the rest of the night.

by: 
Corey, Teen Contributor