My Dog Pal

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I finally reached my street. "Dosnt look as colorful as I remembered it to be." I thought. As I walked I noticed people had somewhat of a sad face as they worked or walked. Reaching my place, it was the most bland of places I thought I'll see. It looks like my family was in a rush to get out so they left the front door open with the screen door looked open. "Did, did they move?" I spoke out loud. It was the first time I spoke besides asking melody to hold the door for me. A German Shepherd walked next to me. "Oh this family? Yeah they moved out. Yelling 'we have to find her! We must!' Or somthing like that." She said with a slight German accent. I looked down. "I didn't even give them a note or anything. I just left, some daughter I am." I said to myself. "What are you saying?" The dog asked. I ignored her and went inside using the open screen door. Walking I looked around, taking in the dismantled state of my once was home. The family computer was gone, the TV was gone, everything in the living room was taken except the furniture. A memory flashed of me and my family playing together on the wii, me and my brother winning against the parents on Mario Cart. I smiled sadly at the memory, and kept walking towards my room. Before walking in my room I stepped on somthing and it squeaked. I looked down and saw a rubber bone with a squeaker in it. I grabbed it wit my teeth and crunched in it, making it squeak, then moving left and right, shaking it. I let go and it hit the wall, making one last squeak, before I moved on into my room. Just like the living room, everything was gone. Dolls, games, clothes, all except the pictures I took and put on the wall. One was of me and melody going on a school field trip, another showed me and my family going to a amusement park. Soon I herd footsteps, I turned around and got ready for a possible dog catcher. But stood down when I saw it was the German Shepherd. "Somthing wrong?" She asked. I shook my head. "You know you look familiar. Are you from a tv show or painting?" She asked.

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