Why Me?

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Today starts like every other day. My alarm rings, signaling for me to start getting ready for school. I'm a senior at North Ridge High, my first class starts at 10am. I go into my closet, while my dog, Butch. Butch is a pure bread German Shepperd, he was my Dad's old War Dog. When my Dad died, Butch went Berserk. As I look in the body mirror along the wall of my closet my fingers skim the scar along my arm where Butch had attacked me. We talked it out, we were both hurt by the loss of Dad and blaming others, we both realized didn't help us.

I put my black Jeans on with a Gray baggy shirt. I walk out of my closet closing the door behind me. Butch is sitting at my desk with a brush in his mouth. I sit in the seat and pull up my screen from my laptop while I grab the brush from him, and put my hair up in a ponytail. As I start typing away at my computer to finish the assignment due at 11:30am, I smell bacon and pancakes. I hit save on the doc. Stuffing my console into my bag, I rush putting my shoes on. I get up from my seat, reaching to pat Butch on the head. His ears are standing up, Tail erect, crouching looking like a Lion hunting its prey. That's when I hear it. Grunting, Moaning, Muffled voices that I've never heard, and running feet tripping over themselves. I motion Butch to follow behind me. I grab the duffle under my bed and my backpack on the way to my closet. I start feeling grateful for the stand-in family I was sent to, for being rich and giving me a walk-in closet. Well more like a room with 2 closets, one supposedly for shoes, and the other for clothes. I, of course, had other plans for the closet situation. One I did use for Clothing, Shoes, and other Room Items, the other had everything my Dad told me; I as a young woman would need. It was a make-shift bunker. Butch and I squeeze into a corner closest to the door, but far enough in to stay hidden from sight. I give a hand motion for butch to be Alert, but low. I don't look to see if he followed the order as I head towards the wall with 7 totes, each tote labeled for the contents it holds.

Short/No-Sleeve Shirts

Long Sleeve Shirts/Jackets

Long Pants

Short Pants

Winters

First Aid

Unders

I go into each one organizing the items into the duffle, taking 3 times as much from first aid. I can hear the steps getting closer, but the grunting and groaning are more distant now. I got into the far right corner where the "shoe" rack is, Grabbing 2 .22 and my fathers .44. I grab the Ammo for all three weapons and put it into the duffle towards the top. Next to the rack, hanging is my Bow with a Canister of Arrows. I lay the canister by the duffle puting the bow by Butch. In the back pack, I take the console out along with the School Supplies. Stuffing it instead with Food for Butch and I, I place some MRE's into my duffle. Once the Back pack is stuffed I throw it into the center where the duffle is. I go back to the front of the closet where the dresser is filled with holsters and garters for weapons. I grab ones fitted for throwing knives, filling the 12 slots with 6 regulars and 6 covered laces. I strap the gun halter top on, sliding my arms through the straps of the machete shoulder brace, placing the 2 my father engraved for me on the 5th birthday into the slips. I put the 2 .22 into the halter top putting my dad's .44 into the belated hip holder on my right side. Having placed all my weapons and filling my duffle with the needs for me I begin putting Butches items in. Along with a canteen full of water and a tree pick. I close up the duffle, then start strapping the backpack, to the top, with a full Camelback. Once those are in place along with the canister of arrows, I sling my bow across the top of my duffle securing everything into a tight squeeze so nothing will fall if we need to run. I take a rope and tie it around Butches neck incase something, or someone out there causes Butch to become stubborn. I pull by dad's Samurai Sword from the box, strapping it around my waist so it hangs to my left. Butch and I are now trying to listen for the foot steps, but its' silent to silent. I look at Butch, his hair is on end, so people are still here we just don't know where, Perfect.