Part one

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( FYI, "I" is Sock )

It was a dim and stormy night, water splashed up to my knees as I ran across the street with a box of four collie puppies. They were starving and cold from the rain, the street was busy tonight which wasn't expected. A loud honk was heard close to my right but I didn't listen to it. Maybe I should have. I felt a large stroke of pain hit my rib cage and warm liquid came from that spot. The box of puppies was throw across the road but I was able to grab a single pup right before I was hit. The driver stopped the car right away and jumped out of his car, he pulled me and the pup out from under the car. I never let go of the pup but it was clear I wasn't going to make it. The driver understood that but put me in the back of his car next to his son, who had brown and bleached blonde hair. It didn't take long for him to notice I was next to him and his face expression changed from confusion to worry in a few seconds. There was a small cry from my scarf, the collie puppy. I put it there so that it would be warm enough to survive. My eyes slowly closed into a endless slumber, the boy next to me shook me and called out to his father. His father stopped the car and rushed over to me. I could hear him muttering under his breath.

"Don't worry, you aren't going to die..."

It was stupid, really to say that. He sighs and let's me sleep in peace. His son take the pup from my scarf and stuffs it down his gray jacket. I smile at him and I pass out. I wake up in a light blue room, on the floor. There was a women, around 5'6" feet tall. She had a strange purple hue to her hair along with her white business suit and pants. What was unusual was that she a pair of strong light blue feathered wings. She grins as she holds out her right arm.

"Welcome to Heaven, would you like a hand?"

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