Oh my god -_- I forgot that I originally already tried to rewrite Curse of the dogs. I forgot how bad both turned out to bed, despite how popular the original is. Well, I don't know how far I am going to go with this but I decide to rewrite it once again; 5 years later. So far I rewrote almost 1,000 words but only have a little over 400 new words. This is a rewrite of my original and what I got done so far.
My names is Ashlen Cook. I am a 5'7 sixteen year old girl with long curly brown hair and green eyes. Due to a string of events I am an orphan who has lived on her own for the past six years. I don't know who my parents are but have been told they abandoned me when I was only one years old. I have no idea if this is true or not but either way I only spent four years in the orphanage before being adopted.
The family that took me in happened to be rather rich and they already had a ten year old son. At first, like most little kids, I was happy to have a new home and I even liked the idea of a older brother. Unfortunately, they didn't treat me very well. The family was rather cruel and cold hearted people; the kind of rich people who believed they were better than others. I believe because I was a poor girl and not biologically related to them they considered me more of a servant than their daughter. I was never really beaten but I was mentally and physically abused, as well as harassed, until the family died in a car crash four years later, when I was ten.
To say I was sad about their deaths would be a lie. They never really loved me and treated certain servants better than me. I mean, they did provide me with clothes, toys and schooling but the emotion behind their supposed loved was never there. The only good thing that I got out of that family was I inherited their house and everything in it; though only because they had no other family to take it. It kept me from going back to the orphanage but needless to say, all the servants left; not wanting to take orders from a ten year old.
So to this day I've lived alone in a huge, three story house; five if you included the basement and attic. There have been times where I've considered selling the mansion and moving into something smaller. Plenty of people would love a house like this and I don't think I'd have a hard time getting it off my hands. Yet, I am only sixteen and who'd sell a house to someone like me? Not that many people, I'll tell you. Well, at least I have all the money my 'parents' left behind; aside from what the bank takes for bills every month.
Anyways, the afternoon started like any other. I was on my way home from school when my stomach growled. Stopping, I looked at my surroundings and saw I had reached a small park, which I deemed a halfway mark. Feeling it growl again I remembered the lunch I hadn't touched that day, having been too caught up in my studies, and decided now was as good as time to eat. So I made my way to the nearest free bench I could find, took off my backpack and sat down.
As I started to eat my sandwich I decided to take a better look at my surroundings. Not many others were at the park today, just a old couple feeding birds at another bench, but I was in perfect view of the street. Like most days vehicles drove past, some going a little fast, and people were walking down the sidewalks. Most were looking down at their cellphones though seemed aware enough not to walk into the busy traffic. Just as I decided I had enough people watching I heard a man shout from my left.
"Hey, stop that mutt!" When I turned to see what was going on I was surprised to see a large blue dog stealing from a hot dog cart; a string of sausages dangling behind it.
I watched, stunned, as the man chased after the dog until the animal ran across the busy street, somehow managing to dodge all the passing cars. Though I could not hear him, I'm pretty sure the vendor cursed before returning to his cart. I, however, couldn't get my mind off the blue dog and my curiosity grew stronger by the second. After a minute had passed I could no longer contain my curiosity so I packed up the rest of my lunch and jogged to the closest crosswalk.
Once the traffic light turned red, and in addition the crosswalk flashed to the white walking man, I quickly ran to the other side. Though a minute had passed, and the dog could technically be anywhere, I had seen the last place it ran. With any luck I'd find the dog still there; though I'm unsure if that ally is a dead end or not. Taking that chance I ignored anyone would could be watching me and made my way for the ally I saw the blue dog run into. It only took a few seconds to hear the barking; from more than one dog.
Cautious, I slowly made my way deeper into the ally. As I did the barking got louder and it became very obvious there were more than two or three. I didn't have to wonder about it for long before the dogs came into view. There were ten of them and, to my upmost surprise, most were just as odd looking as the large blue one, who was sharing the string of hot dogs with the others.
The first dog, aside from the blue one, to catch my attention, was half black and half white; split right down the middle. Even it's tail was like this. Standing next to it was an almost normally looking black dog. The only thing weird seemed to be that it's face was a bright orange color; far more orange that should be natural for dogs.
