Saturday, September 8, 2007

Missing Missy

One morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I shut it off, got dressed, and went to the kitchen. I got a bowl of cereal, and went outside. It was very foggy outside.

My dog was waiting for me to get her some food. I got her some dog food, and put the food in her bowl. She took a bite and then we started playing.

After 40 minutes she got tired and so did I. Then we went inside and sat on the couch and watched Spy Kids 2.At the end of the day, Missy got in the doghouse and went to sleep.

The next day was the same routine, except this day was the first day of school. I was dressed and ready and waiting for the school bus. I was nervous and anxious to go to school at the same time.

As I got on the bus, I noticed that my best friend Mark was on. I walked over and sat down by him. We talked about games, TV shows, and legos but mainly legos.

We got of the bus and headed to class. We worked all day except for during lunch and recess. At recess Mark, Checota, Jake, and I played soccer. After school, I went home and I was really tired. Even though I was tired I still played with my dog, went hunting, and played my PS2.

The next day I got up and got dressed and went outside. It was dark like it was still midnight. I ran down the driveway just as the bus went by. I heard another vehicle coming. I saw Mark in the vehicle. He must have missed the bus too! He said his mom would take us to school.

On the way to school he gave me a bracelet. He said it was a friendship bracelet. I put it on. After he gave it to me I was surprised that he didn’t say anything. When we got to school we got out of the vehicle and walked in. We worked until lunch and then went to recess. I didn’t play soccer or tag, instead I played basketball. I went to get on the bus right after recess.

That night I stayed up until 10:00 PM. I had fallen asleep while watching Scary Movie. The next day I awoke, but not to my alarm. Instead it was to my dog. She was barking out my window at a red squirrel. It was very sunny, and noisy.

I got up and put on some shorts, a shirt, and a hat. I went outside and let the dog out. Then after she did her business we went inside and watched TV for most of the day. I fell asleep while watching a movie.

I woke up the next day on the couch. I got up and went outside called and waited for Missy to come. She didn’t come. I called again. She still didn’t come. I guessed she went to go play in the woods.

The next day I got ready and got on the bus. I was worried about Missy. I sat down by Mark. We talked a little. I got off the bus and I went to class. I was worried more at lunch. I went social studies and did my work without worrying about her. We went to recess and this time I wasn’t worried, I was anxious to play with her.
After recess while I was getting my things I felt sick. I got on the bus and sat down. I was anxious to play with Missy as I got off the bus. I looked down road and saw something black like tire. As I got closer I was scared, no horrified!
I told my mom Missy was dead. She told me it was okay and we would bury her outside my bedroom. I was mad at the idiot who hit my dog, and sad that she was gone. I had lost a friend, not just a friend my best friend.

by Dylan


Colby said...

It sounds like Dylan used a lot of feeling in this story.

Ben said...

He laughed he cried he... wrote and he did that all at the same time D: