Daughter of Padfoot

Chapter I

As I write this looking back on my very weird child-hood so far. I think why did it happen to me? Why? I look back to when my parents first told me that I was adopted and that my parents probably weren't coming back, when I first hoped that maybe one day my real mom or dad would come back, or when I took that dog home. Then I think, why? Why did I even take that dog home? That's what started all this. Of course I am kind of glad I did take that do home. He showed me my life. Maybe I should explain now to you...

I was walking home from the summer program in my town when I saw a paper stand. I stopped to get one for an extra credit thing I was doing for science. When I stopped to get it I saw a black dog behind the stand. I bent down to pet it and the I was about to leave when I swore I heard a voice in my head that said 'take the dog.'

I looked back down at the dog who was sitting there looking quite pitiful. 'What the heck!' I said to my self.

I smiled down at the dog and said,

"Want some food? I've got food at my house. Come on."

The dog seemed to understand, and followed me down the street not jumping, running ahead but just following right behind me. It was then I knew that this was a pretty weird dog.

We got to the intersection by Wallgreens and the dog stayed perfectly still not trying to run into the street or anything. After the intersection we walked some more and then got to my house.

"All I can say," I said to the dog

"Is I hope you're house trained."

The dog seemed to nod. I blinked, shook my head and decided to book a trip to the eye doctor real soon.

I led the dog up the steps and into my house.

"I my mom will not want you in here." I muttered

"I'll have to sneak you in."

And I did. Right up the stairs and into my room.

"Stay here!" I said, "I have to go down stairs."

I deposited my backpack and walked down stairs.

"Hey mom. I'm home!" I called

"O.k.! Wait a second I have to do something." she yelled back up from the basement. I heard the business phone wring and I knew that it would be an hour before she got to me.

I sighed and went back up stairs to my room, and the dog.

He seemed to be just sitting on my bed sleeping not needing any thing, so I decided to go take a shower. I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. I spent about 15 minutes in it just letting hot water run over me. Then I got out and tied on my robe. I walked down the hall to my room to put my clothes on. I opened the door to my room and saw a man sitting on my bed.

I tried to scream but I found my throat was dry and I couldn't say a word.

"You look like your mother." He said finally, a smile forming on his face.

I finally regained control of my vocal cords.

"What the hell are doing in my room?" I yelled I also picked up a baseball bat for good measure.

"You bought me here." He said

"I did not, I bought a dog in here that is now missing. What'd you do kill him?"

"No." he said, and then he said, "You do look almost just like her."

"Just... what do you want?" I said eyeing him and setting up the bat so it would hit him square in the mouth if I had to hit him.