The Dogpatch Family || Firehouse Dog

Consequences of Skipping

Whole Story Disclaimer: I do not own Firehouse Dog, only Amber Fahey, my original character!

Summary: Amber Fahey; her Uncle died in a fire, her grades are slipping and fast, she's become secluded and on top of that, the relationship between her father is breaking. Everything seems to be falling apart but what happens when a mysterious dog smelling like rotten tomatoes pops up? Or a guy she's known since pre-school starts to feel more than concerned for her? How will her life turn out?

Firehouse Dog Fanfic | The Dogpatch Family | The Consequences of Skipping

Amber stared into space, her eyes blank while her body slouched into the wooden table connected to a bench either side. Her long blonde hair that was tied into a tight braid went down to just above her elbow. Her arms were bent in a cross against the table, her body weight leaning into the shoulder bag sitting in front of her that was full of school books and papers she rarely looked at anymore.

The blonde hadn't been the same for the last couple of months, not since her Uncle Marc died in that Textile Mill - the fire that had trapped him and the Chief inside before it killed them. Ever since that fateful day, the relationship between Amber and her father had subsided, they were drifting apart in their father-daughter relationship and it was clear that it had begun to take a toll on the younger girl. She may be a young adult, but she's still also a kid too - one who lost a family member just as he did. For a while, the same realisation had set in her mind, and that was that the Mill fire hadn't just taken her Uncle Marc away - but it had also taken her father too. The only people she really had left was the small number of people at Dogpatch and Masen Presley, the son of the Fire-Captain at Greenpoint Station.

Masen Presley; he was slightly taller than she was - a medium build despite his young age and his muscles were starting to come out nicely due to the workouts he had semi-daily. Both of them had wanted to follow in their single parent's footsteps in being Fire-Captains. The 17-year-old boy had messy blonde hair that hung down to the tops of his ears and his eyes were a vibrant dark green, mixed with a clear flash of ocean blue.

"Amber?!" A voice called next to her from the right, a small shove nudging against her shoulder that startled her out of her current mindset.

Amber blinked back to reality, shaking her head, before slowly turning towards the voice of her best friend. "What?" She exclaimed, wincing, rubbing her shoulder with her left hand and frowning at the action done to her.

Masen gave her a dumb look but did look apologetic for the amount of force it took to snap her out of it. He rolled his eyes, almost as if this situation had happened many times before, "You spaced out - again." Stating the obvious.

Amber hadn't actually realized it. Sometimes it would happen out of nowhere and lately, school was becoming really boring and it felt like she had nothing to go for it anymore, "Right, sorry." She told him, lying slightly when she apologized. "What were you saying?" Leaning her head against her left palm, her head tilted towards him in an effort to stay awake as he repeated what he was saying before.

He sighed, "The test." He repeated, "According to Darren, we're getting an out-of-the-blue math test today. It's supposed to be brutal." Masen was fine with it, he made a routine to revise everything he made notes of as soon as he got home each day. It was lucky he went through extra last night; he would have been more than a little screwed when the time came around.

Amber let out a low groan from the back of her throat - another day she's going to be skipping by the looks of it. "Wasn't there one like, what? Five days ago?" It must have been; it was the day her father hounded her about leaving the school grounds, again, during class time.