"Gosh, that test was so hard!" April said, swinging her heels back and forth from on top of the desk.

"I'm starving! Let's go get a burger!" Patricia said, sitting close by.

"Sounds great! Do you want to go catch a bite to eat with us, Mia?" Rachel asked me as she took her short brown hair out of her ponytail.

"No thanks, guys. I think my chef's already made me some food." I said as I pushed in my chair.

"Gosh, Mia, can't you come with us this ONE time?" Rachel whined, blinking her big brown eyes at me.

"No thanks Rachel; Janice will be really angry if I don't eat it." I snagged my backpack and walked out the door, giving them a slight wave, but before I left, I paused in the hallway.

"She's so lucky; she's smart, popular, AND her dad's freaking loaded!" April sighed.

"I know; I'd kill to have her life." Patricia agreed.

"With all that money, her figure can't be real!" I heard them all snicker at Rachel's remark.

"Oh, of COURSE they'd talk about me straight after I left. Just like them." I muttered to myself, then I sighed and ran toward home.

On the way home, it was the same as usual; nothing out of place. The same trees; the same people; the same path. Well, it had gotten a lot colder, but that was to be expected. I pulled my coat closer; autumn is ending and winter is nearly here.

Contrary to popular belief, this is my figure, I've never walked into a surgery clinic, and I don't have personal butlers that wait on me hand and foot. But because we live in such a large mansion, my dad can't buy me a car to drive home. That and I've failed my last 5 driver's tests.

We do have buses, but I have to keep up my image so I can't ride them. 'Image is everything,' dad always says. I know that with mom gone, he has to be strong for the both of us, but I wish I got to see him more. I sighed.

Out of nowhere, a rock flew toward me and hit me straight on the nose. I screamed and fell to the ground, clutching it.

"What the hell was that?" I looked over to my right and saw two guys from my high school. They're known around as the local bullies (more like Neanderthals), Turner and Alex. One of them turned around and met my gaze, then said sorry in a rushed tone and turned back to whatever he was doing.

"Hey, aren't you going to apologize a little BETTER than that? You could've ruined my face!" And my image would've gone right down the drain. Even though I yelled as loud as I could, they didn't turn around. And then they started LAUGHING.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked furiously, then I marched right up to them and saw what they had occupied themselves doing.

Lying on the ground was a wounded German Sheppard protecting a smaller Jack Russell. There was blood on the ground, so I could tell the German Sheppard had some sort of injury. Around each one of its feet as well as its tail were strings with coke cans on them.

Turner was throwing small rocks at the Sheppard, meanwhile Alex was heckling it, "Why don't you dance for us doggie? Heh heh."

The Sheppard stayed firm in his position, growling ferociously, with the small Jack Russell puppy tucked safely underneath him.

"Stop messing with them! Can't you see he's hurt?" I yelled. Alex shoved me to the ground.

"Stay out of this, Brat!" Alex said.

HECK NO. I was NOT going to be talked to that way. I threw open my backpack, then rummaged through the front pocket, eventually finding my large bottle of pepper-spray. I grabbed it, then stood directly behind the bullies and said, "Oh my gosh, Turner! Is that your mom?"

They both whipped their heads around, and I gave them a nice dose of pepper-spray. They both screamed and covered their eyes. At once I put on my backpack and ran over to the defenseless dogs.

The German Sheppard kept growling.

"It's okay; I'm not like them. Come with me and you'll be safe." I said. Somehow, I think he understood because he stopped growling to sniff my hand. I swiftly untied the cans, but noticed the bullies were soon recovering from my attack. I heaved the large Sheppard onto my shoulder, then took off with the jack Russell in tow.

I heard the bullies' footsteps behind me, and they were getting closer. I took a sharp left, but ended up at a dead end.

"Damn… not good." I turned around to reverse my footing, but Turner and Alex were already at the beginning of the alley. I began backing up, and they just kept getting closer. The Jack Russell let out a low growl.

Suddenly, a thick black puddle formed in front of me. It got bigger, and taller, and morphed into a… weird black shape. I had never seen anything like it; it was a big, black dog… thing with ant-like antennae sticking out. The only thing not black on it was its beady yellow eyes which were currently staring at me.

"The hell is that thing?" Turner yelled. The monster turned toward the boys and slashed at a garbage can. The can crashed into the wall as a rain of garbage flew throughout the alley.

"RUN!" Alex yelled, then both boys turned tail and fled.

The yellow-eyed monster turned back to me, emitting what seemed to be a low growl. It flexed its claws.

Is this really how I'm going to die?

Cliffy! Mua-ha-ha...

So , this is obviously not going to be another oneshot! Can you guess who the 2 doggies are? The correct reviewer gets and internet cookie!

(And I may let them decide who Mia ends up with~)

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