Roxie
A Reddish brown Dog came from behind smoke. I looked at it’s tag. Her name was Roxie. She looked hurt and whined. “What the heck are you doing here, there are no dogs allowed mister!” Screamed my mom.
“Mom it’s a girl,” I said embarrassed.
“There are no dogs allowed missy!” she yelled. I slammed my palm to my face.
“WOOF!” barked the dog. A speeding black creature sped by and picked Roxie up by the back.
“Aw, I loved that dog, I know I only knew her for 5 minutes but I was so attached.” I said whining. Everyone stared at me like I was crazy. “I am not crazy! She had me tested!” I yelled pointing to my mom. A woman with blonde hair walked in the store
“Hello, I’d like to buy a WHAT THE!” she said looking at the smoking hole and people on the floor.
“I’m sorry we are out of what the, but we have a large selection of holy crap.” Said a woman my mom told me stories about who they call Crazy Stacy. We stared at her.
I ran in the direction the speeding black creature took Roxie. I ran a few miles, taking breaks after 10 minutes. I followed huge dog paw prints. They ended in the dirt.
