Old Stories I Never Finished (including Intertwined)

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Sapphire, a wolf and siberian husky hybrid, has been taken from one owner to another a countless number of times. Her one desire is to find her true home, a place where she would belong. Her whole life, she had always been running away, or being chased out. When she is finally adopted by a wold pack, it seems like she has found her family. But does Sapphire really belong with them, or is she meant to live a different life?

Chapter One:

It was a sunny Saterday morning in June. As Chris roke his bike down a cheerful looking little street, he noticed a house that didnt fit in. The house itself was just like the rest, but unlike the freshly mowed grass and the neatly trimmed hedges of the others, its yard was overgrown in a teeming jungle of long grass, that was blanketed in weeds, and nothing else but a lonely little rocking chair on the porch. Chris then noticed the words FREE PUPPIES! NO REFUNDS! painted on a large piece of cardboard that was hanging crookedly on the wire fence. Next, he saw a large playpen that was partially concealed by the sign. In it was a heap of squirming overexcited puppies. Chris swerved onto the sidewalk and aproached the man that was sitting on the porch, seemingly asleep. "Sir?" he asked tentively. The man grunted and opened one eye. "Whadaya want?" he grumbled. "Um, the puppies sir. May i take a look at them?" he politely asked. "Sure, go ahead." the man waved a hand towards the pen and closed his eyes again. As Chris waded across the grass towards the puppies, he could hear loud snores coming from the direction of the porch.

They were beautifull. Four fluffy little dogs, with long fur that was still covered here and there by puppy fluff. Their large bushy tails wagged joyously as Chris bent over and patted each one on the head. Chris felt a nudge on his leg and looked down to see one of the puppies nuzzling his pocket hungrily. He remembered with a laugh that he had his unfinished sandwhich in there. Pulling it out, Chris broke it into pieces and gave them to the dogs, who gulped it down hungrily. When he was about to drop the last piece, the biggest puppy leaped up and snatched it from my hand. When he finally got a good look at her he gasped. She was the most amazing dog he had ever seen. Her shockingly sky blue eyes flashed on her stunning face. She resembled a wolf, and for a moment, Chris saw her true nature in her eyes. Wild, untameable, full of spirit. He looked away quickly, because he had heard many times not to look into the eyes of a dog you dont know. I heard a deep voice behind me, just as a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder. "Beautifull, isnt she?" the old man smiled. "Got 'er for twenty bucks 'rom some ol' hunter. Siberian Husky, the guy said. I'da bet you that she's part wolf. I'd keep 'er but I aint got the strength to raise a wolf-dog like her. Too much of 'em spirit she got." he wheazed, chuckling. Chris smiled and picked her up. She kicked and wiggled around in his arms but didnt bite. He wasnt allowed to have a dog, his mum had made that very clear. But he HAD to have her. They were meant for each other. Surely his mother would see that? "Say, I dont have much money, but do you think eight dollars would be enough?" he asked the man, hope shining in his eyes. "Sure a, why not?" the man replied happily. "More money dan I've had for a long time." Chris dug around in his other pocket and finally fished out the last of his money and handed it to the man. He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and shook my hand enegetically. "Thank you, youg-un, I could sure get a lot of beer for this!" he cried and raced into his house. Chris shrugged, then carefullly slid the puppy into his backpack and rode home, his heart filled with joy. She's mine! He thought. He felt as if he could die happy.

And that, is how it all began.

Chapter Two:

Estatic, Chris pedaled his bike home at record speed, skidding into the driveway and knocking over the trash bins. Leaving his bike on the ground, he raced up to his room and plopped the backpack down on his bed.

"Christopher!!!" his mom calls from the kitchen. "Dinner! And bring Sam and Megan down with you!" she reminded.

"Uh." he groaned. "If Megan hears that I got a dog, she's throw a fit. She wants to have the best of everything and mom will yell at me for making Megan upset." he grumbled, grimacing when he imagined Megan pouting and trying to take his dog for herself.