WARNING: Haha this chapter and the next two are add-ons to the original story. So if you get bored with the first three chappies, I am sorry, I thought they were kind of snore-ish too. If you want you can skip to Chapter 4 and you won't really miss anything. :) ENJOY (I hope) XD
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I was sitting in the very back row of the Aspen watching the landscape whiz passed. This was probably the worst day of my life so far. I am not under any misgivings that that will change in the future, because I am only 18 and as far as I’m concerned I plan on surviving a while longer. Unfortunately, where I am living is about to change, which is the reason for my bummer of a mood. My parents decided that they were going to move, and in the way of parents, they made the decision without even asking the kids i.e. my brother and I. Due to their choices I felt I had a right to a bad mode and me being me I thought it was my duty to get them in a bad mood.
“So where are we moving to again?” I asked, granted, for perhaps the twentieth time, but it made me feel better even if it was a juvenile pleasure.
“Locust Grove, Oklahoma,” my mother answered in an exasperated sigh. I could just imagine her eys rolling and her nostrils flaring. That was fine with me, I liked upseting her, it was fun.
“And why are we moving there again?”
“Because I was transferred there and your daddy was having issues with his job.”
"So why are we going there? Of all places we could go: Dallas, New Orleans, heck I would even go to Death Valley, but why freaking Oklahoma?” I paused and thought about it for a second. "Oh no, please don’t tell me things are so bad we have to move in with the grandparents.”
“Jane, enough, we are moving you’re going to like it…or not, I really don’t care. We are moving into you grandparents old house and they are moving to Adair.”
“Why did you uproot us like this?" I imagined myself as one of those self-centered popular girls with the whining voices, I thought I was entitled to a little whining. "I have friends back in Splendora and so do you guys, but you make us leave to help your career. That is totally not fair.”
“There will be a pet for you once we get there,” she said persuasively, I could tell she was just trying to distract me, “because, your dad thought it would help the change. You will take care of it as well, not me, not your dad, you.”
“Oh, just what I always wanted,” I said with disdain, “so what is this ‘pet?’ A fish? No, that would be too much responsibility for me. Oh, I know, is it a…rock? A pet rock?” My fake enthusiasm didn’t escape my mother’s notice.
“All right smartass if you don’t want a pet we will return it to the animal clinic." Man if she was okay with returning an animal like a piece of clothing, just imagine what she would like to do with me. I frowned, thinking hard, unfortunately for her I couldn't be 'returned.' That would be painful for her and revolting to me. Shivering in disgust to the image I turned to listen to her talk again.
"And for your information, it’s a dog.” She pulled out her phone and clicked rapidly until she found what she was looking for, then passed it back to me. On the phone was a picture of a golden long haired dog with a white spot on its eye that made it look like it was blind in one eye.
“It is beautiful, what kind is it?”
“A mix between a golden retriever and a collie,” my dad finally chimed in, I was actually surprised he let the continued bickering between my mother and me to persist “it was found in a garbage bag on the bank of the nearby river with all his brothers and sisters. He was the only one that survived is what I was told by the vet.”
“That is so sad. I want to keep him.” My mom rolled her eyes. I could tell she was thinking that I was fickle. “Well I can’t just let him go back to the animal clinic where he could be put to sleep. I think I will call him Buddy, because he looks like the dog in the Air Bud movies.”
“Well we will go get...Buddy...when we drive through town on our way to the house,” my dad said, and there was the finality that I expected him to voice, because if his tone is anything to go by that comment ended all talk in the vehicle.
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I was in the wildest looking forest I could think of. All around me was a vast amount of green. Above loomed an ominously cloudy sky with a promise of rain before the day ended. Even in the limited sunlight that penetrated through the clouds the forest floor was still cast in deep, dark shadows of night.
Faintly, there was a rustling of dead leaves in front of me. My heart started pumping to an exaggerated pace. It was not hard to believe that whatever was out there couldn’t hear my heart beating like a drum. Over my own drum beat I could just faintly hear the rustling coming ever closer towards me. The sound just heightened my great displeasure at ending up in this very eerie and hellishly creepy place. Unconsciously, I began to back away from the sound. I couldn’t make my eyes stray from the area that the rustling was coming from. I didn’t know what to do. I was in the dark, backed into a tree with something in front of me that led me into the tree.
“Please, whoever you are, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, “I am just lost and disoriented. Please, don’t hurt me.”
As a reply, all I heard was breathing, or rather…panting. I smelled a musky smell with a sense of wildness to it. That smell shocked me out of my frozen state, I could finally move my eyes to assess my situation, though I still couldn‘t see anything in the shadowed landscape. I turned back to the direction of the rustle when I decided that I wouldn’t be able to see anything out there no matter how hard I tried.
I blinked once, twice, three times, deciding my eyes were playing tricks on me, because I saw great illuminated yellow eyes staring right at me. The eyes were slowly coming closer; they stopped several feet away from me. The eyes didn’t leave mine when suddenly they lowered and lunged for me…
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Jumping, I awoke with a killer of a headache.
“Jane, you okay?” My brother Jared asked looking over the seat at me with a mild disinterest, as if he didn’t want to know if I was okay or not but still asked as a way to brown nose to our mother.
“Great,” I said with false cheer, “just freaking great.”
“Jane, be nice to your brother and answer his question appropriately,” mom called from the front seat.
“I would, if he actually cared about the answer,” I whispered to myself, but apparently loud enough for Jared to hear, because he gave me a mischievous grin.
“Since you asked with such concern for my well-being, oh beloved brother mine,” I said sarcastically, then a little louder for my mom’s benefit I continued, “then yes I will answer your question. I was asleep and in my dream I was in a forest and then all of a sudden there were these very yellow eyes watching me. And you know what happened next? I was attacked or I was about to be when I woke up.”
“Jane, don’t mean to be mean, but you’re a dork. Who in their right mind would dream they were being attacked by yellow eyes?” Jared’s tone irritated me.
“Mmh,” I hummed, but in the end I just ignored him. I’m not one to say where dreams come from and I can’t tell why they are weird sometimes.
I went back to staring out the window, watching the passing landscape lull me back to sleep, but this time I didn’t dream.
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