Trouble Maker

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Chapter One

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Melman, stop it!" I cried angrily at the big brown and black spotted dog that was running down the high street about two metres ahead of me.

His long, smooth-coated legs sprang with every step he took, bolting away.

From who you ask? Well that would be me.

"MELMAN!" I yelled, "stop! Bad dog!"

People from across the street were staring at me but I ignored them. I was used to the stares.

I mean, it's not everyday you see a girl in overalls chasing a Great Dane down the high street.

Yes, Melman is a Great Dane. A great lump, too, if you ask me.

"Melman! Heel? Stop! Stay? Sit!" I yelled commands out to the big dog as he ran ahead.

As we rounded the corner on the street I realised something bad...

That's the estate. The estate that bans all dogs. It only allows cats. It's filled with old crazy cat ladies who treat their cats like people.

Uh oh.

"MELMAN!" I screamed, sprinting after him down the paved street.

When I turned to look for Melman I saw him sitting on someone's porch with a devil gleam in his brown eye.

"You monster!" I growled at him. He is the most annoying, self centred, runaway dog ever. Completely untrainable and unbrainable.

Melman looked at me from the porch with a look that clearly read, "na na na na na, you can't catch me".

I swear I'm going to kill that dog. Not literally, I'm a vegetarian and I don't like killing things, but you get the picture.

My blonde braids hung around my shoulders in an irritating fashion, distracting me from the asshole of a dog that had ran away from me.

"Melman get down here right now!" I shouted, making the lady across the street look over.

When Melman didn't come when I asked him to I went to last resources, dragging him off the porch.

He would get splinters in his butt, yes, but I would get home.

I stomped angrily down the uneven pavement to the little white picket garden gate.

Perched on the side of the fence was a green rounded post box. Red and pink roses lined the pathway which led up to the house.

"Melman, come here, boy," I bent down, slapping my thighs in an attempt to coax him down the path.

With no luck I reluctantly opened the little gate and tip toed up the path.

"Melman, come here! Now! Bad boy!" I hissed as I reached the first step leading up to the porch.

I put my Doc Marten-ed foot on the first step- half expecting an alarm to set off for a teenager entering without permission.

Lucky for me the alarm system must not be working today.

When no alarm sounded I quickly jumped up the steps I grabbed Melman's collar, latching my fingers around the leather.

I attempted to drag him but it wouldn't work, he just sat there on his fat behind looking at me.

Worse comes to worse, I'll have to call a tow truck.

I bent down to Melman's eye level and whispered in his dark pricked up ear, "get the hell moving or I'm knocking on crazy cat lady's door."