"Hey Red!"
"What?"
"Your name is Red now."
"Aren't the colors grey and red completely opposite?"
"Hm. Maybe."
"My hair isn't even red. It's orange."
"WHATEVER."
"Moving on. How is Box doing?"
"Stop laughing you jackass."
"I'm not laughing."
"I can hear you. And he's doing fine, aren't you Box?"
"Wow. You guys have gotten close. Did he just bark?"
"Yes. He did. My Box is very well trained."
"Sure he is."
"Shut up, you little piece of shitty crap."
"What?"
"What?"
YOU ARE READING
Dog Pound
Short StoryIn which a girl calls a dog pound and a boy needs a friend. *SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER* *written through calls* *contains swearing*
