Dog=Human

Explaining

I walk into the room and see that we're late. Everyone stares at us, probably wondering who the two people behind me are. "Good morning Rachel, who's the young ladies you brought with," Mr. West proclaims. "Um, this is, um, Milinda," I point to Mischa, hesitating a little. "And this is, a, Sasha," I point to Snickers, coming up with fake names are hard, especially for Mischa and Snickers. And the only reason why I had to come up with fake names was because I tell a lot of people about my dogs, they might find it weird that I have friends with the same names.
"And why aren't they in their own classes?" Mr. West asks. "Um- Because they transfer students from Russia, and they don't know how to speak american. That's why they're here. They're going to be here for a little bit, like a week or so." I say to the whole class. I feel kind of strange, standing in the front of the class, introducing my dogs. "Well we don't have enough seats so you are going to have to find extra chair, Try going to the storage closet," Mr. West tells me.
I grab Mischa and snickers wrist, and head to the storage closet. "Okay, do you know any English?" I ask the dogs, They just look at me. Snickers then grabs a wrench with her mouth. "NO, What do you think your doing!" I yell at snickers. She then drops the wrench, and crouches down, and give me a look of sadness. "So you don't know how to speak but you know how to respond, Huh," I say looking at Snickers.
I grab two chairs, open the door and walk back to history.
"Welcome back," Mr. West says. I just walk fast to the open desk, Set the chairs down and plop on the chair. The dogs Follow and sit down next to me. Mr. West continued the lesson, Soon the class was over.
So my next class was Science. I was worried about the dogs because I'm in chemistry right now. I don't want them to explode the whole school. I walk in explain the story, and tell the teacher that they've never done anything like this. So they watch me closely as I mix things with other things. Since I don't really pay attention in science, I just do what other people do. So I have no idea what I'm mixing together. I see The mixture I but together come up, out of the vial and spread all over the table and on to the floor. "Rachel! What did you put in that vial!" Mrs. White says while everyone in the class stares at me. "Well, if it cost us any money, your paying for it!" She says as the mixture is still spreading though the room. Mrs. White grabs the phone and calls the janitor to clean it up. I look the other way and see Mischa and Snickers looking at the ground. I swear I'm jinxed!