My Favorite Dog

I went to my living room to ask my mom a question, to see she wasn’t there. I asked my brother “where’s mom?” and he replied with “shes at the hospital, grandpa got burnt.” I would never have expected “grandpa got burnt” to be as severe as it was. I remember my mom coming home around two in the morning. I got up and out of bed to ask some questions. She said “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Pack some stuff up, we’re going to Waterloo tomorrow.” So I listened and packed up a bag.

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

My mom spoke very little to each of us and seemed to be gone longer and longer each day until Saturday, which was moving day. That Saturday I had a band concert for relay for life at my local park. As the performance came to an end my best friend and I hop in the backseat of her mom's sweltering car and crank up the radio. We listen to our favorite throwbacks as her mom speeds down the streets rushing to get me home. As we pull in the drive, an unfamiliar vehicle idles in my driveway. Inside my house lays all of my moms belongings neatly piled up by the door waiting to be taken. My mom greets me at the door and introduces me to her boyfriend. He is much taller than me and talks down to me as if I'm a child. I cut the conversation short and sit on the couch with my dog Casey as they continue moving her things. After the last item is hauled away, my mom looks at me through the glass of the front door and says “I'll pick up Casey later.” and vanishes without another

It was a new day. I had spent it exploring the parts of the backyard that I hadn’t seen before. My sister, Tia and I were eating the crab apples and currants. Our dog, Lacey was following us around. Soon my uncle arrived back at the house. He offered to take us around the property in an ATV. We blissfully agreed and hopped on the back of the ATV. Our dog followed us up the mountain, but something caught her eye. She ran down after it. We didn't think anything of it and kept on the ATV.

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

The car ride over was one of the longest I have ever been in, answering questions and looking out of the window of the beat up red Honda truck. "How long has this been going on?" he asked "Since my mother died when I was five" I replied my voice thick with anxiety.We pulled into the drive way and he walked me to the door, sticking as lose to me as he could get. As we walked through the door and into the cramped living room I froze. Fear radiating off of me like heat from the sun, I tiptoed to my room Max following suit, careful not to wake up the sleeping giant. I should have known he would have ditched work that day. I ran in, packed up my things and we ran out. We peeled out of the driveway so fast my dad wouldn't have had the time to register

My mom call me to the kitchen. I rushed down stairs as if I was a cheetah trying to catch my prey. I kissed my mom on the cheek ten times and said thank you, thank you, thank you. I ran outside. I layed on the grass thinking what would happen the next day, but my thoughts went away

It was a cloudy, a little chilly Sunday, one I will never forget….Me, my mother, father, and my big sister were going to meet a man my mom met at work, my mom didn’t tell me much about him. She just told me he was lonely, So we left to get him. 20 minutes later we arrived, he introduced himself, his name was John Hunt. He looked like he was in his 80’s, he was nice and very talkative, he basically was talking the whole trip. We got in the car and left.”where are we going?” I asked my mom.”breakfast.” she said. “Breakfast in Anaheim?” I thought. “They must be good!”. So we went on our way to “breakfast”

“I’m going to get you Kitty!” I said as I chased after my sister trying to tag her. “No, I’m too fast!” Said my sister giggling. We were playing tag on our trampoline. Once I finally caught my little sister, she started to jump frantically all around the trampoline in victory that it took me 5 minutes to catch her. All of sudden she jumped up, then landed on her arm. She started to scream so loud and the noise was so awful, It was like nails on a chalkboard. She started to screech “GET MOMMA, GET HER, GET HER, GET HER NOW!!!” I rushed Into the house and found my mother working in the kitchen, and I told her In a panic, “You need to get outside now!!”

Soon, my sister spotted a wooden poodle in someone’s yard, the yard we pulled into. My heart was racing faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Is this really true? I thought. Touching my face, I made sure it wasn’t a dream.

It was the weekend, a Saturday I believe. The sun was out and shining. I was being the selfless, loving thirteen-year-old girl smiling at everything that came my way. It was midday, I had accompanied my mother to go and drop off my little sister, at Rancho Cucamonga which is where my cousin Elizabeth lived. My sister was going to with my

When we finally calmed down, Grandma and I went out with my older brother, Michael, to protect us. We went to see if we could find what had made that very strange sound. As my brother, who is super brave, was leading the way; we rounded the corner of our first block, we hear the noise again. We all looked around cautiously trying to see what made the noise; but did not see anything that stood out as strange. Than we all saw it at once. It was the weirdest animal I had ever seen!

My fear of has been with me since I was small, from my mother snatching me away from her own personal fear it became a part of me. I am afraid of dogs. They are creatures that just frighten me, no matter what breed or how their owners say “they aren’t going to bite”, dogs are just animals I can’t put my trust in. cynophobia; the abnormal fear of dogs. I will run, jump, climb, or do anything I have to do to get away from them, even being in the same room with them is a very big accomplishment for me. I try not to think about them when their near but it still goes through my mind that I’m not completely safe. Being afraid of dogs has personal affected me, because when I’m out or when I go over someone’s house I have to ask before I come, “Do

He and I happened to be by the fence at the same moment when the animal caught our eye. It was a frog, but it was moving very strangely, it 's hop: more of a flop. It croaked, the sound startling both Martin and I, and we looked up at each other. He was delighted to see the frog, but I was more concerned about the horrible noise it was making.

BEEP BEEP BEEP, screamed my alarm as it woke me up for school at 7:00 am. It was a cold, windy, and snowy day early in March 2014. I was in 6th grade at Ringgold Middle School. My day was going very well, at least until I got home. My mom had some very bad news she gave me when she picked me up from the bus stop. She told me that her and my father were getting divorced. My head was spinning, and I did not know how comprehend what she was saying to me. I felt very upset, but I did not want to show it. I knew it would make my mom feel worse if she saw how sad, scared, and upset I really was.