Chapter two

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In the Past

"Mom!!"
It felt like the flag salute lasted for hours.
"In that red house with the blue fence there're puppies for adoption." I say so fast I can barely understand myself.
"Honey...."
"Mom, Please!?"
" You know your father is allergic, Ellen."
I turn around and walk away. Gosh darn it. How could I have forgotten. Stupid. The "Gathering" seems to almost be over. I run around the to the park. I finally see an empty swing. I run to claim it.
I can't believe I thought for a second I would be able to have a shedding dogs. It seemed as if I had forgotten. Must have been the puppy breath. I thought I could for once get my way. To have a large shedding slobbering dog.
I thought as a sat solemnly, even though the world around me was full noise and pollution.

In the Present

Little did I know this dog would change my life. And It all started right at that moment. I might not have known it but if I look back at myself four years ago I realize how naive I actually was. Here I was, God was slapping me in the face with one of his angels reincarnated into a dog. This dog would keep me busy through the hard times, the sad times, the happy times and best of all always greet me with a warm, slobbery, tongue hanging out smile.

In the Past
"Ellen?" I heard my mom say.
Here we go again.
"Yes" I answer.
"We are leaving." She replied.
Yes, it's over. I can finally go home and leave today behind. Why can't anything go my way I'm sure I sound completely childish. Complaining about how the word is unfair.
On the golf cart ride home my family seems to have had a great time. Not me.
"How was you time, Ellen?" My mom asked in that happy annoying tone.
It was as if she didn't understand that she just ripped open my chest, shoved a bomb in my chest cavity, and watch it explode and acted like she didn't care.
"Fine" I said in what I though was completely emotionless
"Moooody" She replied in a funny voice.
As the day came to an end I will use two words to describe the day.. Uneventful. Unimportant.

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