Ghost Dog.
Chapter One
My dog died.
My dog died. My dog died.
I can barely
say it in my head. I don’t want to even think about it. But I have to because I
need to help people who have lost something important to them.
Rosy is her
name. Want to know why? Whenever she was happy her eyes would be as pretty as
roses.
Do you think
it’s stupid? If you do, shut it.
When I found
out that she had died, my stepmom said, “Now honey, it’s the circle of life.
And besides, she died of old age.”
What I said
back really isn’t nice.
You may
think I am a little brat. But that Rosie was the only thing I had left of my
mom.
What
happened to my mom? You may be thinking, well get that out of your mind because
that’s a different story and I really don’t want to talk about it.
When Rosy
died, I was so crushed I cried for a month at least, and as you can see I’m not
over it. The reason she is so important to me is that she was a protector of all
the bad things in the world that would try to hurt me.
You think it
may be stupid, but my house is haunted. Do you not believe me? Well come to my
house and see for yourself.
Oh yeah. My
name is Grace.
When my dog died I had no one to meet me at
the bus. It was harder than ever. Whenever someone tried to bully me, Rose would
bark, and she can’t do it anymore. Then whoever had tried to bully me would run
off. Now I have to deal with it all by myself.
Chapter 2
I walked into middle school; no one pays a lick of
attention to me, as usual. But I really don't care.
My first class is
math. I sit at my seat and read.
I hate math. Math
is difficult. VERY difficult. Our
math teacher is named Mr. Smith.
He is actually
nice, believe it or not. This is what he says to us every math class … “Hello
class, get out your Minnie whiteboard. Write what your mood is, and if it is
bad … CHANGE IT”!
I write down my
mood. In my best hand writing I spell out, G-R-U-E-S-O-M-E.
While Mr. Smith
walks around the room, I look at the kid’s whiteboards. They all make me think.
A lot say cool or
awesome or great. What makes me think is that if their day is so cool or
awesome or great, why do they have to make mine so gruesome?
Then I get over it, because if I say anything
it still won’t make a difference.
I see out of the
corner of my eye that Mr. Smith is coming over to my desk.
Even though he is
my favorite teacher, he makes me nervous.
Chapter 3
Mr. Smith takes one look at my board then
looks at me. This is what he says on that rainy Monday morning,” You need to
change your mood Grace”, he states.
I say nothing back. I could feel a lot of
eyes staring at me. It did not make me feel any better.
He walks to back to his desk.
The class
goes on. But, I am not part of it. I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
I now really dislike him.
I did not
say hate because my step-mom says never use the word hate. Which I dislike a lot.
The bell rings,
and I am the first out the door. As soon as I step out of the classroom, this
is what I here, “Ghostly Grace is coming, everyone run”!
I run … into
the girls bathroom. I am not saying I need friends. But right then I could
really use one.
I hear someone
knocking on the door. I yell, “Occupied”! But the door opens any way. I look up
and see that it Jane. She holds out her
hand. I say, “How did you open that door”?
“It is unlocked”.
She then shook her hand as if SHE were growing impatient. I took her hand, got
up and walked out the bathroom.
Remember how
I said I could use a friend right then … well, I blew it.
I walk down
the hallway and go to my class like nothing’s wrong. Even though people stared,
I held my head up high.
My feet kept
moving but my brain was screaming STOP!
Chapter 4
I
look at my blue watch. The bus is late today, which means I will be late for
dinner. Then to top it all off my dad will be extra mad at me because the Red
Socks lost today.
I
see my house and I prepare for fighting. Then I see my dad not looking sad or
mad just worried.
Then
I start to panic. Its about my grades I just know it. Or it’s about complaints
from other kid’s parents.
When
I walk up to my dad and stand there. Waiting to be yelled at. Then I hear the
faint sound of a bark.
He
says,” What’s wrong? You look surprised”.
“I
am not surprised”. Then I walk into my house. Not giving him a second glance.
When
I get into my bedroom I see a dog on my bed. Its Rosy. I ignore the dog and lay
down. I say one thing, “Goodnight Rosie, I missed you”. She Barks.
I wasn’t even tired. It was 5:00p.m.But,
I went to sleep anyway. ..
Dang it. I am too late for breakfast.
I grab some clothes, throw em’ on and go downstairs.
But why didn’t my dad wake me up?
My hands are shaking a little.(From
missing dinner) So I grab a piece of frozen pizza.
Its Tuesday, and I am not tired. At
all. Maybe I sleep better with Rosy around. No she wasn’t there.
Or was she?
Chapter
5
I need a happy ending in my story. I need a happy ever after or a
everything was happy. Or ANYTHING.
When I get to the bus stop I do not
hear the usual taunting.
“If anybody bullies Grace once today,
I will pummel them”.
I try to see who said it, but they
seem to want to stay anonymous. Well, fine.
Then we get to school. Uh, school.
Jane walks by me. She even sits by me in class. She actually never left my
side.
I had a BODYGUARD. Really? Nah… or
maybe a friend. Let’s talk about this later.
When I had a class without her I hid
from her. It worked pretty well because she couldn’t find me.
When I have half of my classes over
with I see Jane and she sees me. I run.
Man, she must do track or something because
she caught up to me really fast. Dang, Dang, Dang.
“WHAT”? I yell really loudly.
“Why did you run away from me”?
“I don’t know, see you on the bus”.
“Wait…”
I am already down the hall. I stop at
my next classroom door and catch my breath. My teacher is reading a book. She
says I am 5 minutes early, and that I should read.
Claire Melvin
Please post more, this story is really good!
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