This morning I woke feeling gloomier than ever, not only was Click gone but a harsh reality hit when we had to go on the road to look for her, and if she escaped on her own the chances of finding her were lower than it is now. We had to leave now, too many things have happened and we all need to find Click.
When we left the sun was just rising, and the people outside, lining up for, the clubs was minimizing.
"Bonnie?"
"Yes, Mimi?"
"Do you think we'll find Click?"
"I think that if we try hard enough we'll be able to find her, yes"
"So, how are we going to find her? The scientists aren't gonna let us find her easy", Damien questioned.
"Look guys", I stopped and turned to face them, "I have know idea how we are going to find her. We're gonna go to the library and do some research. But those scientists should know that we're going to find her. No matter what", my voice drifted off at the end because I needed to hear it, just me.
So we carried on with our stroll. I had to find a library or at least a place with free computers.
No sooner than that we came across a library with free internet.
"Guy's run in and grab a computer each, or one between two if there's not enough", I told the pack sternly making sure that they got that there was no mucking around. Luckily, for our sake, all the computers were free and the library was basically empty.
I opened up a word document and put "Google" as the web address. The first thing I searched was "Science labs near Vegas". Nearly 25,000,000 results popped up and I looked through most of them, until they just got stupid, then drowned my brain in thought. I couldn't think of any other search options. The others had had all the same problems as me and as I was in the deepest though I've had, it came.
I whipped the keyboard closer to me, and the others looked at the screen, intrigued. I typed; "Dog kid captured in Vegas"
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Bonnie Woods- They never stop
ActionI'm Bonnie Woods, and I'm not exactly on the human side of normal. I grew up on the other side of a window, looking in to scientists studying my every move. My 8% dog DNA mix defiantly knocked up a few of their pay checks. My DNA mix is shared with...