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Ok. So, you know the girl in high school, the one that nobody hates but nobody really likes her either. She normally kind of hangs out in the library by herself, reading, or writing, these days, she may be on the internet. She has no real clique because she has no real style. Ok, so, yeah that was me. I basically kept to myself, and I never really talked to anyone but the teachers, I always found ways out of group work, and I made perfect grades because I had nothing to do but study, ever.
It was the beginning of fall and I had been studying late at the college library, the book selections weren’t as good, but it was open later. Halloween was around the corner, my favorite holiday; I always new it was on it’s way because of the chill in the air, yet not an unwelcoming chill, cold and angry, rigid wind. No, it was a wanted chill, a cool comfort, a medicine for summer burns, heat strokes, 100 degree sweats. I loved the night and usually enjoyed the 20 minute walk home in any weather, but I was unusually tired and it was darker because of the new moon. The sky was dark except for the occasional star because it was also cloudy, and so on this night I took short cuts through several alley ways. About half way home I heard a noise behind me the rustling of a bush on the other side of the fence, a growl, a bark, a yelp, followed by several more yelps. Someone on the other side opened a door and it sounded like the dog ran in, crying and out of breath.
“Who’s out there?” a man’s voice a few moments later. “Who the hell did this to my dog? Diane, call the police I’m taking Scout to the vet,” the man frantically yelled slamming the sliding door shut.
I began walking again. Faster this time but at a steady pace. I counted my steps to keep myself from getting spooked and running. The whole time I couldn’t help wandering what happened to the poor animal, wandering who did it, and how they got away with no one seeing them. Three alleys down I walked out to cross the main street and having the sensational feeling of two eyes peering at me I looked up, instinctively, from feet to see someone standing on the other side of the street leaning against the brown wooden fence. He wiped his face with his sleeve and dropped something on the ground. I paused for a moment, then continued. The closer I got the more of him I could see. Pale skin, braided hair, dark clothes, your stereotypical goth, out trying to scare people. I rolled my eyes and walked on passed him. I clanked at the ground again and saw next to his feet lie a small dog, drained. I pretended, at first, not to have seen, but half way down that alley I freaked and ran the remainder of the way home.