Chapter 32

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Shelby's Point of View

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It's Wednesday, September 26, and I feel terrible. Not in a sick way but, in a mental and guilty way. Today, I have to go to Lord Hill Park to see Max, and I have a  horrendous feeling in my gut that this event isn't going to end well. That everything is going to turn out exactly how I don't want it to.

 I want to bail. 

I have this voice in the back of my head screaming at my thoughts, telling me I shouldn't go. That something isn't right about this. That Max or I are going to get hurt in one way or another. But I need to go. 

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I've officially confused myself.

I'm sitting on fence between going and not going to see Max. 

I've decided that I need to clear my mind. Food. I need food. I'm going to go to Wendy's and get some greasy, mouthwatering, fast food. I'm going to chow down on some chicken nuggets, french fries and a lot of them, plus a chocolate Frosty.

I walk into the Wendys, that is just down the street from where I now live with Turbo. Turbo, my beautiful, beautiful, golden retriever, that no longer looks like a puppy.

I finished my Wendy's and I'm now at Walmart, viewing some weird dog toys. There happens to be a stuffed pickle, that is in the color magenta...? Weird. 

I decided to purchase some dog toys and a new dog bed. The dog bed is a large brown bed, that is extremely fluffy. I got Turbo a stuffed monkey that is white/gray and one of those rope toys. 



A/N

Turbo. Awww. 

Well, anywho that's Turbo now up there in the media.  Happy new year! I hope everyone starts their year off right by reading some books;) And thank you for reading. Anyway,  I hope you have a good day!<3

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