CHAPTER 1
I was so mad about how Mr. Stubbons had treated me the last few days I knew I was going to blow my top sooner or later. "Stay calm," I told myself. "Stay calm."
One of the brown, bricked orphanage's windows opened and I had a sinking feeling that I wasn't going to stay calm for much longer. Mr. Stubbons stuck his fat ugly head out the window and said, "Come back here you little freak or I'll call the cops."
His words frightened me because I knew more than anyone how much Mr. Stubbons hated the police. In fact he despised the police so much that he would not even talk about them unless he was extremely angry. I don't recall the reason he hates the police much. But think it had something to do with being arrested on the night of his first and final date.
Well I wasn't about to surrender the rest of my life to the grimy hands of Mr. Stubbons. So I rebelliously walked away from the old run down orphanage.
Apparently Mr. Stubbons had thought of a back-up plan 'cause he blew a little dog whistle and two rottweilers charged me from around the corner of the brown building.
"Oh, crap, " I said picking up my pack of belongings and sprinting like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for me, two rottweilers can run faster than an eleven year old kid wearing a ten-pound backpack. The dogs snapped at my heels and I ran faster than ever. One of them got a lucky shot and its teeth sunk into my ankle. That's when the cold hard reality really started setting in. I couldn't outrun two full-grown rottweilers, especially with a ripped up ankle. Then a third dog burst from the bushes right into my path.
This new dog had an aura that seemed, well…evil. The dog was so frightening that the other dogs ran away. The third dog was pitch black and had so many scars it almost seemed as if it had been killed more than once.
The dog lunged at me growling ferociously.
I barely could scramble out of the way. When the dog landed it leaped at me again.
I rolled out of the way and grabbed a handful of dirt. I threw the dirt at the dog's eyes. But instead of dirt coming out of my hand there came sparks.
The dog pawed at its face trying to get the burning specks out of its eyes.
Bewildered at this strange phenomenon I threw a pebble at the monstrous dog. Even though I expected the rock to turn to fire it shocked me when the dog turned to evil scented dust.
With my heart still beating like a jackhammer I kept walking down the road. After a while I came to a sign that read, "Pick your own strawberries." The mention of strawberries made my mouth water and my stomach growl. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and now the sun was setting.
Stimulated by hunger I walked up the hill toward the strawberry patches. Just before I got to the top of the hill a huge dog appeared in my way.
Wow, I really have a thing with dogs.
This dog smelled even more evil than the last one. But what really scared me was the fact that the dog had three heads. The dog didn't really seem to be intent on killing me. But I didn't let my guard down for a second.
The dog growled a deep rumbling growl. The ground split open and a normal looking lion and three leathery, bat like hags. The hags wielded fiery whips that crackled with electricity.
One of the hag things left her whip forlorn and pounced at me with her claws. I moved out of the way and the hag's claws hit the lion. The lion didn't even have a scratch from the hag's claws.
Then another hag lashed at me with her whip. I jumped over it like a jump rope. Again the attack hit the lion. But this time the lion recoiled at the pain.
All I had to do was think about fire and fireballs erupted from my hands. I threw a fireball at the lion and it exploded into dust. Then I threw one at a bat-hag. The hag screamed and let go of her whip. The hag's whip flew up into air and I caught it.
The hags that were left swung their whips at the same time. I dodged the whips and lept to one side. The hags' whips got tangled together. I swung the whip that i was holding and hit both hags. They shreeked and dissolved into dust.
Now the only monster left was the three-headed dog. But it was nowhere to be seen.
Again I started climbing the hill to the strawberry patches. I was eager to rest my ankle which hurt even more after dodging those whips.