17 June 2012
The only thing I remember about my dream was that it was a Wednesday. The next day I had exactly the same dream-nothing. All I remember was that, again, it was a Wednesday. My least favourite day of the week. Today.
I stepped out of the front door, pulling my dog, Scout, behind me. “Come on boy, hurry up!” Me talking, not the dog. Woof! The dog, not me. He ran ahead, nearly tearing my arm off as I tried to lock the front door- Scout wasn’t having it, I just hoped nobody would burgle my house! I let Scout pull me towards the forest across my quiet road. A quick description of the forest- Very green. Scout looks a lot like me, in a way. We both have fair hair, with hints of darker brown here and there. We both have long hair and I have pale skin, while scout has a brown nose rather than a black one. We even have similar personalities! Minus the tail-chasing part, that is! We are both confident, curious, and cautious about strangers.
When we got to the woods, I let scout off the lead and watched him run ahead. I didn’t run after him, just planned my history essay on Henry the eighth. I knew Scout would come back when I called. The essay was homework from my school, Bronte High, West Yorkshire- Or the Bronte country, as all the tourist signs call it. By name is Raine Baxter. I was named after the weather.
Anyway, I was up to Henry’s fifth wife when I heard a yelp. Dogs don’t usually yelp for the sake of it, so I ran towards the stream where it sounded like the sound was coming from, to see what scout was barking at. He was sniffing something, so I went to pull him away when I saw what he was barking at. On the ground, very still, was a man lying motionless. His head was face down, in what looked like a very uncomfortable position. He didn’t look hurt, and he was defiantly alive, so I just left him and decided to take Scout home early.
It Was A Wednesday Chap.1 • Opuss № I