I still had my backpack slung over my shoulder when I remembered that it had my flute in it. I pulled it out and put it together. I wasn't sure if it would work, but it was my only shot at getting past that huge furry beast. I started to play La Ve An Rose and the dog was out like a light. I stepped over him and was about to go inside when I noticed the muzzle over his mouth. It looked like it was way to tight extremely uncomfortable. I bent down and carefully took it off of him. I patted his head and got up. I almost knocked on the door but thought better of it, so I picked up my bag and crept inside.
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The Braclet
Teen FictionMeet Rose Mary. she is fifteen, but has to deal with the weight of practically raising her little sister, the ever problematic drama of being a teenager, and a mother who is never there. all while her best and only friend is 5,000 miles away! She's...
