Five minutes later, Scooby was woken up by an exclaimed "Jinkies!" He drowsily woke up to a girl standing beside him, leaning down peering through her black-rimmed glasses with a book in her hand. She laughed at him curiously, before sitting down. "Wow, a dog! Why are you here? Are you lost?"
Scooby huffed to himself. "Ry raster ris rin ree rhool! Ryme rot rallowed..." (Translation: "My master is in the school! I'm not allowed...) He began to whimper again.
"Awww! Your master is in class! They will be back in no time. Dogs aren't really allowed in this school. But don't worry, I'll keep you company. By the way, my name is Velma." Velma began to pat Scooby, and soon he fell asleep. She then opened up her book, and began to read.
It was a sunshiny day, and Velma had nothing better to do. She finished all of her credits, and decided to pick her homeroom period to be her allowed free time. So in the morning she could curl up under the shade and read a nice mystery novel, or even Mark Twain perhaps. She felt sorry for the dog that would have to be here by itself when the first hour of school was over though. She wished she could stay all day to keep it company, at least until its master came back.
All of a sudden, as she was reading, Scooby woke up and started to look around. Then, he started to growl, and started to run towards a football being flown a few yards away.
Velma repositioned her glasses, and quickly set her book down, before attempting to run after him. "Um... doggy! Please come back! You can't run after the football!"
Up ahead, Scooby ran up to a boy who was just about to throw the football to another student, and knocked him down. "HEY! Stupid dog! Give that back!"
Scooby took it, and ran off with it.
"HEY!!" He stood up, and noticed Velma.
"Is that mutt yours?" he asked.
"Um... no... I'm not sure who his master is. I was just watching it-"
"Well get that dog away from my football, please."
"I will but... hey..." Velma took off her glasses, cleaned them with her shirt, and placed them back on her face. "Aren't you Fred Jones?"
Fred sighed. "Yeah... if you aren't going to do anything about this, I will." He started to run after Scooby.
Scooby huffed to himself. "Ry raster ris rin ree rhool! Ryme rot rallowed..." (Translation: "My master is in the school! I'm not allowed...) He began to whimper again.
"Awww! Your master is in class! They will be back in no time. Dogs aren't really allowed in this school. But don't worry, I'll keep you company. By the way, my name is Velma." Velma began to pat Scooby, and soon he fell asleep. She then opened up her book, and began to read.
It was a sunshiny day, and Velma had nothing better to do. She finished all of her credits, and decided to pick her homeroom period to be her allowed free time. So in the morning she could curl up under the shade and read a nice mystery novel, or even Mark Twain perhaps. She felt sorry for the dog that would have to be here by itself when the first hour of school was over though. She wished she could stay all day to keep it company, at least until its master came back.
All of a sudden, as she was reading, Scooby woke up and started to look around. Then, he started to growl, and started to run towards a football being flown a few yards away.
Velma repositioned her glasses, and quickly set her book down, before attempting to run after him. "Um... doggy! Please come back! You can't run after the football!"
Up ahead, Scooby ran up to a boy who was just about to throw the football to another student, and knocked him down. "HEY! Stupid dog! Give that back!"
Scooby took it, and ran off with it.
"HEY!!" He stood up, and noticed Velma.
"Is that mutt yours?" he asked.
"Um... no... I'm not sure who his master is. I was just watching it-"
"Well get that dog away from my football, please."
"I will but... hey..." Velma took off her glasses, cleaned them with her shirt, and placed them back on her face. "Aren't you Fred Jones?"
Fred sighed. "Yeah... if you aren't going to do anything about this, I will." He started to run after Scooby.