I am sitting in the corner of the big green field behind my house, reading a book. It is peaceful in this corner. I can hear birds chirping in the trees behind me and the grass rustles gently as a refreshing breeze lifts the strands. I sigh and lie back on the green paradise underneath me. I can hear the faint sounds of voices in the distance, but I still feel like I'm in my own world.
Suddenly I feel something press against my arm. I jump violently and the thing springs away as well. I turn slowly, expecting to see a huge green monster or even worse, those creepy men from my vision earlier, but there are no people. I hear a whimper and I glance down. There, crouching a few feet away from me, is a puppy! He is a very fluffy little dog. His black fur falls over his eyes so he keeps having to push the fur back with his soft white paws. I cautiously approach him but he backs away. I take a deep breath and go down on my hands and knees. "I won't hurt you," I say softly, "I'm sorry for scaring you, you just startled me." The puppy's ears prick at the sound of my voice and his furry tail starts wagging. I stretch out my hand. The pup sniffs it thoroughly, before licking it. I reach out with my other hand and stroke his long fur. "You are adorable!" I smile. The dog is very colourful. His back is light chocolate brown and so are his paws, except they have white stockings on the ends. His big tail is orange with a white tip and he has black fur framing his face. I blink at him. "What are you doing all the way out here?" I ask. The dog just licks my hand in response. My house is in the middle of the country. My siblings and I like living out here. Even though the internet is horrible, we love the hills and valleys and the wildlife. We love watching little rabbits twitching their noses at us and we enjoy picking blackberries in Autumn. My parents divorced only a year ago and Vincent had convinced the court judges to let me and my little sisters live with him. None of us were really fond of our parents anyways. They used to stay out a lot on business and they couldn't care less about us kids. I run one hand through my hair and the other through the puppy's fur. He lies down on the grass beside me and starts panting heavily. I realise that he is probably thirsty. Typical me. I am just sitting here, happily stroking a dog that is almost dying of thirst. I shake my head and grin. Vincent is always saying that I can be a bit overdramatic and I know he's right. I stand up slowly. The puppy doesn't lift his head as I begin running back towards my house to get him a bowl of water. I smile as I think about Vincent's expression when I take a bowl out of the kitchen cabinet and fill it with water. I can imagine him asking me if I had decided to go and water the plants at last? I laugh a little before reaching for the back door.