21 April 2012
This is a new book i am writing. I haven't given up on my previous ones its just that this book i can picture so clearly. If i have dreams about it, i need to finish it. This story is about an average nobody in her small town and gets sent away to her aunts house for the summer. She is expected to be a perfect child, but she never could of expected what she would find. (love). She meets a boy and it started to go down hill from there. She forgot about all previous worries and hopes when with him. Please give me your opinion on this book. I promise that if it isn't good enough I will make an oath to make it better :)
I woke up to the sound of the unforgiving beep of my alarm clock and it's red flashing light. I pulled my arms out of the cotton covers and stretched my arms out above my head. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and threw the covers to the foot of my bed. I slammed my fist against the beeping clock and shifted into a sitting position upon my bed. I got up and walked up to my closet. I pulled out a lime green tank top and a black and white pair of running shorts. I put a blue sock on and a pink sock. They don't match but that's "The new thing." I walked over to my bed and got my grey and orange-soled sneakers. I went to my pink-boa-rimmed mirror and pull a brush threw my unwilling brown hair and pulled it back in a tight ponytail. I walked to my door after one final look over and went to the living room. My Great Dane, Hercules, who was napping happily beside one of our black leather couches, lifted his large head and wagged his tail when he saw me. "Hey boy. You wanna go for a walk?" as soon as he heard those words he was stretching out and dashing to the front door. I put his rusty-red collar on with his tags and put a heavy-duty-and-homemade leash on him. It was a black leash made of that tough fabric that fire hoses are made out of, with carbon fiber woven in. I know this much strength is not needed to walk a dog. He's gentle giant, but he does have a habit of running after squirrels. But people on the street stop and ask me about him. He loves all the attention he gets on walks. I opened the screen door slowly, trying not to make it whine in pain. I didn't want to wake up my parents. We slipped out into the driveway and I checked if I had my house key. I patted my front pocket and was relived to feel the piece of metal. I shut the door and started on our jog. I jog almost every morning with Hercules. He loves it and I love his company. We jogged down the gravel driveway to the side of the road. I looked both ways and crossed with Hercules by my side. When we made it to the other side of the paved road I stole a glance at the sky. The golden sun was rising higher and was almost half way to the center. I determined that it was probably 9:00 or 10:00. We jogged along the road for about an hour, passing dark green foliage and small yellow flowers, before we stopped to take a walk break. I started to get a cramp. It felt like pins and needles jabbing into my left side. I clutched my side in desperation to make it stop. It helped after a couple minutes. I looked at Hercules. He was panting really hard so I veered over to my left and entered the town common. I walked straight for the nearest bubbler. Took a bent over the metal water container, probably infested with bacteria, and took a long cool drink. After I had my fill I guided Hercules over to the bubbler. He's so tall he just needs to bend his head down to drink out of it. I pressed the rusted silver button and water shot out of the it. He slurped it up. Several minutes later, he licks his lips and backs away from the bubbler. "Are you ready," his big brown eyes seemed to ask. We started to walk for the road again. I decided that I needed to get a gallon of milk for the house and an energy drink for me. I went to the gas station and went to the little store beside it. "Stay," I commanded Hercules. He sat immediately down by the door. "Good boy. Now stay here until I get back." I placed the leash over one of the hooks that conveniently was placed one the side of the small store. I knew that I could leave Hercules alone because is just about the most loyal guard dog in the history of dog-kind. I walked into the store, when a little ding sounded above my head. I headed over to the coolers in the back. I pasted the high in sugar energy drinks and settled for a vitamin water and I grabbed the 2% milk. I walked over to the cash register hoping my face wasn't red and handed the man a $10.00 bill. Music played behind the counter. Sounded like Bali music, which made sense since the cashier looked Indian. He handed me back my change and I walked out the door with another ding. When I opened the door I saw a group of boys crowding Hercules. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Hercules." I thought. "Did they bribe you meat like the last people?" this has happened before. Hercules would be in guard dog mode and ready to stop an eighteen-wheeler to protect me or threatening to rip someones throat out if he got to close, but as soon as you show him food he shrinks and becomes a lap dog. "Excuse me," I hollered over the sound of there oohing and awing. They started to break away and the tightly packed ring around my dog loosened so I could shove my way through. "That's a pretty awesome dog you have here," one of them said. I took the leash off of the hook and looked at them. I was surprised to see that the four boys were from the eighth grade of my school. The one that spoke was tall and skinny and had short black hair. "What's his name?" the one with the floppy blonde hair, that hangs in his face, asked in a low voice. "Hercules." I replied with a kind enough smile. "Great Dane, right?" the last one asked. He had red hair that curled at the tips as it hung off his head. He was also tall. He was actually the basketball hero of our school. He's known for his undefeated blocks and slam dunks. "Yep." I glanced at the boy in the back. I've seen him around school. He's...Quiet. He walks alone, but can call the popular crowd friends. He always wears the same grey sweatshirt everyday and the same sneakers. He's different then the others. "Well I've got to get going. See you around," I said before jogging away to my house with Hercules flanking me. The reason I wanted to dismiss the conversation was not because I was afraid the milk would spoil. Oh no. It was because I was afraid they would see me blush red when looking at Peter. Yeah the boy in the back is named Peter. I kinda like him. Not enough at ask him out though. I was so engrossed in thought that I almost missed the drive way. I turned left and immediately put the milk in the fridge. I took a long drink of my power drink and took the leash off. I walked to my room passed my mom and dad half sleeping on the couch. I locked my self in and collapsed on my soft and still warn bed. I closed my eyes and pictured Peter's intelligent eyes. They're green with a hint of a dark blue. They're very captivating. I blushed at the thought.
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