Chapter 1

"You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain." -Tom Hiddleston

I look on from a distance, seeing them, running around, having fun at the park or beach. Being called by their master, and going on missions, rescues, and occasionally doing things crazier than a wild goose chase, on purpose. Their friendship sees no bounds, and I almost never see them get angry.

There are some days where misunderstandings, arguments, and the occasional teasing take place. All signs of a warm loving family, and how I wish I could be apart of it all. But they won't take me in, no one will. I haven't asked, but I just know this, after being abandoned a certain amount of times, I have plenty of experience.

They say it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. That, is not true. I've done both, and carrying the pain and agony, knowing it was all my fault, feels worse than any amount of physical pain I could be in.

"Thoughtless words can wound as deeply as any sword," Proverbs 12:18a

How true those words are.

Ever since I came to adventure bay, I've seen almost nothing but happiness and forgiveness, the darkest sins of man haven't appeared here. Joy, rage, humiliation, those emotions are there, but they never boil over.

Not that I've seen anyway.

But what does it matter? All I'm good at is taking pictures, and writing stories that no one cares about. All I have is a typewriter, and a bad sense of spelling.

Oh how much I want to meet them, how I want to be apart of them, how much I long for the happiness they have. Every time I get close, my courage dissolves like a wet paper bag. I've almost given up, in fear of total rejection, like last time, and the time before that.

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I walked down the street, quietly, so not to disturb anyone that might be up at this hour. It was close to midnight, but I still had to be careful. How many times had I done this before? Too many… far too many. But I didn't have a choice, I needed supplies. I picked the lock, and opened the door to some general store.

I grabbed what I needed, and headed back for the door. As I walked outside, I was blinded by a bright light, and a voice called out. "Freeze!" It said. I knew that voice, I recognised it as the voice of Chase, the police pup from the paw patrol. I had been caught.

Instinctively, I pulled my hood over my head, and turned my head away. "All right, you got me," I said with a fake surrender tone putting my right paw in the air and sitting down. My left paw, however, reached for the plan I had just for this kind of scenario. Chase approached me, slowly, looking at my left paw. I had grabbed the plan, now I just needed him to get a bit closer.

"What's that?" He asked suspicious. "Show me it," He ordered me with that firm police voice they teach you to say to the bad guy in the academy. I smiled.

"If you insist," I replied calmly. He had no time to react as I pulled the cloth I had in my paw out, and pushed it to cover his muzzle. Chase had no idea to respond to this, one thing that flashed before his mind was that I was trying to chloroform him. I wasn't. But for what he did, what his position was in the paw patrol, let's just say he wouldn't be able to do it tonight.

I pushed off of him, and took off down the street. I was careful to put the cloth back in my pocket, I didn't want to lose it, it had gotten me out off so many situations like this one. I kept running, especially since I could hear Chase recovering from pushing him. I turned down into a dark alley, and charged. At the end of it was a tall, metal fence. There was no chance I could jump it, and I knew Chase would be happy knowing I was trapped. The only problem with that was, I wasn't.

I used the wall as leverage, and pushed off of it. I was a bit rusty at this, and I didn't get up as far as I wanted. Only about half way up the fence, but it would have to do. I climbed the rest of the way up. But as I got to the top, I felt something hit me in the back. It pushed me over, and I landed on the ground on the other side of the fence.

I groaned and dragged my body off the ground. I turned around only to see Chase running away from the fence, and around the block. He was trying to get me, knowing that I was weakened. Even if he lost me, he could just follow my scent.

I saw what had hit me. A tennis ball. It actually made me chuckle, to think that he thought a tennis ball would be able to stop me. I realized I didn't have anymore time to lose.

With that, I ran down the sidewalk, and quickly thinking, picked up a stone. With a pitch that would have make a baseball coach proud, the front window to another building shattered. I ducked behind the next alley, and propped up a small mirror so I could see what was going on down the sidewalk.

Chase ran around the corner, and because he heard the shattering of the glass window, thought I had entered the building. As soon as he went in, I ran down the street quietly. I knew it wouldn't be long before he realized I wasn't in there and I needed to be as far away as possible before he walked out again.

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After Chase realized I wasn't in the building, he went back outside to find my scent. He walked around on the sidewalk, nose to the ground, sniffing. First he went a few feet to the right, then turned around and walked the other way, then stopped a moment later when he realized he had literally been going around in circles.

As he pulled his head away from the ground, with an eyebrow raised and a puzzled expression on, he wondered why he couldn't find a scent. Then it hit him, he couldn't smell at all!

He walked back into the building, which happen to be another store, and tested out what he thought. He picked up a piece of glass, and pricked his fore-leg. A minor trickle of blood went down his fore-leg, and he sniffed.

Nothing.

He got back up, with nothing to report besides the fact the bandit got away. He sighed and headed back to the lookout. These robberies had been going on for almost a month, and he needed to find out who was behind them all. He had been that close to catching him this time, but he had gotten away.

The owners of the stores would not be happy.

A/N: first time I have ever tried a first person story. What do you guys thinK? Tell me in your reviews, and until next time, this is ahipnerd signing off.