On the way to the police, we all sit in the car in complete silence. Not even Jason's music was playing, too bad. I like this so called "Grouplove" band that he speaks of. However, I kind of have a situation to deal with right now. Since the missing things aren't dogs, if they aren't found, the police have to file a missing person's report. I might have just lost my dogs completely, my siblings basicly.
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About five minutes later we arrive it the police department of our town. We all get out of the car and find each other in a small circle of gilt. I look into Sophia's eyes, and then catch Jasons and he smiles at me. This is no matter to smile about, but he makes me smile anyways.
"What are we supposed to say," Sophia sounds like she's about to break out and cry again.
"I will take care of it, you can calm down Sophia," I take a step away from our little circle and gesture them to follow me. We walk in and feel the busy energy of the place. There are people running around grabbing files, frantically typing at their desks and fans blowing in every direction. The person who sits at the front desk opens his eye really wide and takes a giant gulp of the coffee next to him. We all walk slowly to the desk still looking at the scene around us.
"We are here to file a missing person's report," I stand tall and look at the officer at the desk. His eyes still wide with shock.
"Name, place last seen and date last seen," He starts typing things down on the laptop in front of him.
"Ah, well-" Should I tell them their real names or the names I gave them. Sophia steps next to me and looks at the officer.
"Mischa and Snickers Wilson, 982 S. Kert ave. Today," Sophia steps up for me once again. I mouth the words Thanks to her.
"Ok, please sit down and we will see if anyone has reported or saw them, ok?
"That's fine," I look at him disappointed because that means that their not here, unless they know how to talk to people, which I doubt. No one can pick up a language in the few days you're living in it. I turn and look at Jason behind me and he gives me a sorry smile. He walks up to me and puts his hands around my shoulders. Just like that time when I fainted.
Sophia takes a seat in a chair sitting along the wall of the frantic station. Jason follows after her, taking his arm off my shoulders.
"I think I'll stand, I need to cool off," I stand right in front of a chair right next to Jason. I lock my knees so I create a easy posture to stand in. I stand there for a few minutes, and it's getting harder to stand.
"Rachel, are you--" I hear Jason's voice vaguely as I feel my body drop in front of the chair.
"RACHEL!" I feel someone shaking my right arm. I pick my head up and hit it on the bottom of a chair.
"Ow," I rub my head. I open my eyes and see a swarm of people surrounding me. A sense of deja vu smack, hits me right on brain.
"Rachel, you're okay, thank God," Jason takes my hand and and hold it to his forehead in relief. I fainted, didn't I. Great.
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Dog=Human
Teen FictionImagine waking up one day and your dogs are human. You have to teach them to walk, how to eat, etc. But taking your dog/human to high school may be a little bit challenging.
