Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction, and this idea isn't used too much so I hope you like it… It's about the gang getting a dog, told from the dog's point of view. The dog is a girl… that's about it! Enjoy!

I walked across the dark lot, my paws sore from traveling all day. I walked to different towns everyday, never really staying in one place. All I needed was a place to sleep and some food, and I was ok. My life wasn't too great, people always saw me and thought I was going to eat them or something, but why would a little black puppy do that? Especially because I'm a female.

I was just about to curl up under a tall tree, when I saw a blue car driving slowly towards me. I glanced up at it wearily, and then sat there, trying not to move. However, the car stopped right beside me. Standing up to make a run for it, I started to turn around but out of nowhere there were about 5 teenager boys surrounding me. They all smelled like strange, sharp chemicals, and they talked with slurred voices. I knew they were drunk.

I slowly crept towards the edge of the circle, to see how they would react. Big mistake. Before I knew what was going on one of them kicked me in the side, and another one slapped me. They all laughed when I fell to the group, my side bleeding. I rose to my paws, trying to take a step forward, but one threw a glass bottle at me. It shattered against my body, and I let out a whimper. When I looked down again my leg and side were bleeding heavily.

They just kept laughing, and then one pulled out a knife. It glinted in the moonlight, and I knew that it was the end. Just when he lunged at me, he was jerked back. I looked up to see a tall boy in a black leather jacket punch the guy with the knife, and then kick another guy behind him.

"Oh SHIT! It's Dallas Winston!" one yelled. They all ran away and drove off in their car. Who I assumed was Dallas crouched down beside me, gently stroking my fur. I heard him mutter under his breath a few things, but I only caught bits and pieces. He said things like "fuckin' Socs" and "the Curtis's will know what to do"

I could barely move, and was bleeding badly. I didn't have the strength to fight this guy, so I hoped that he wouldn't hurt me. I flinched when he reached for me, but he scooped me up in his arms and then began walking down the street. I wanted to stay awake to see where we were going, but I was so tired, and I passed out.