Alright... The last entry got fifty views, so that means that people actually give half a diddly. So I guess I'll continue the story. Oh, yes! A few things. 1.) All names ('Cept for Sci-Fi) will be changed. 2.) I have decided NOT to tell all you strangers about my life. Well, the past, anyway. 3.) After I'm done with this, I'll let the strangers decide the next story.
And now, I'm gonna' start. You see, I was genuinely mad at Lulu. She was a stray, she took human territory and claimed it as her own, et cetera. Basically a thousand ways to justify going back in with an electric collar. But what I notice now is I did not pay one single thought to Sci-Fi. That is how blinded I was. I forgot entirely about my friend who damn-well near pissed himself in the process of finding that dog.
So what did I do? I got an army.
Yes, that's right. The biggest weapon in a middle-schooler's arsenal. Other middle-schoolers. I had limited supply, but I got all my friends. I got Doodledebop, Rassamagatz, Sci-Fi, Gingert'wibbley, and even this huge dude, Wackayiddle. I had an army, and we were gonna' get the dog. We didn't have a plan for what to do with the dog, we were just going to get it.
But my plan failed to work. See, because I have the best friends in the world, everyone but Doodledebop and Sci-Fi ditched me. You see, I didn't notice they were gone. I just thought that Doodledebop and I were in front. Which is really a shame, because then Sci-Fi ditched us, too. So when Doodledebop suggested that we flank the dog, I had no problem. There he went, too. Running off in a different direction.
Not two steps after he left, ladies and gents, NOT TWO STEPS. Bam. Lulu. Flying out of no where, and stopping, about five meters away. Just staring at me. This is when I noticed that she had glowing, red eyes and decided that she came from the lowest level of Hell.
We stared each other down for a bit, neither of us moving. All the time, I was wondering where everyone was. That's when I...
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