My parents house was something else, it was clean, but it wasn't the average, high class Britain house. Our house was a light cream color, with the exception of little specks of pink.
My room was a small one in the back of the house. The walls were a white color with a bed and a TV on top a dresser.
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The TV worked, but only reAched five channels and they weren't the best of selections, leaving me with the option of hanging with my family.
We also had a family dog, an American White Shepard to be exact. His name was Thunder, we raised him from puppy ages.
Beautiful dog, sharp eyes. One light blue and the other green with white mostly surrounding it.
A loud bark came from Thunder as I took the last step. "Hey boy!" I got down on my knees with the dog running towards me.
Thunder immediately starting to lick my face. I continued to let him. "I missed you to buddy" I giggled.
But you know, cancer sucks. It's a stupid thing, and I wish it wasn't relevant. Three family pets had I lost to the demon itself.
But Thunder was here, has all his shots, healthy. He'll be around for awhile.
At least I hope.
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trapped
Historia Cortalily didn't think visiting her family would turn out like this. The worst thing is, everything she knows and loves is halfway across the world. || category's : fantasy-short story [ BASED OFF FROM UNDER THE DOME ]
