The Next Door Down// Gawsten

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     I awoke at 9am sharp to prepare for my latest odd job. I laid idly in my bed for a few more minutes. Finally, I rolled out of bed and clumsily walked to my kitchen for breakfast. After my breakfast of Frosted Mini Wheats, I returned to my room, ruffled my hair and changed my clothes. I chose a black hoodie with some sort of graphic on it, a pair of black jeans, and my worn out, faded pair of Chucks.
     By the time I was finished getting ready, it was 10 o'clock, which meant it was time for my new job, walking my next door neighbor's dog. I had met the dog, as during the warmer weather he sits outside.
     I made my way over to the neighbor's home to retrieve the dog. When I knocked on the door, it was opened by a groggy young man, who I assumed was their teenaged son. His hair was messy and purple. He just sat and stared at me, in return I said, "Uh, I'm here for your dog,". He whistled. I had to admit, he was quite handsome. I heard the dog's nails hitting the hardwood floor. Their large dog finally emerged from the house, I clipped his leash to his collar and we left.