Disclaimer: Read the previous chapter's. I'm sick and tired of writing em. Actually like I said before I ran out of witty things to say here. So there.
Forward: I'm kinda hitting writer's block right now... And it's a wonder I actually was able to throw this together. Oh well. It turned out. It's all good eh? Well yeah it turned out bad but it turned out. So it's all good. Yeah.
Setting: After chapter 2, before chapter 4, darnit.
Aimlessly he ran around. Eventually he found himself somewhere he didn't recognize. That didn't seem to trouble him, or his aimless running. He continued.
"Aww who are you?" Lizzie comes up to the poor wandering doggie and picks him up.
Dreaming On, Chapter 3
Dog That Wandered Off
by Twin Signal
She traced the dog's twisted collar to the bag and found the tag attached to it, buried in fluffy fur. Its dull-blue colored plating had the engraving, 'Chester.' "Your name is Chester huh?" Lizzie said excitedly, petting the dog. She flipped through to the second tag and found Chester's origin to be in Forrest Plantation, good ten minutes in car. "Come quite far haven't you? Are you lost? Why don't I take you home?" Lizzie grabbed the pooch and started to trek back to her house.
"Mom, look what I found!" Lizzie exclaims, holding out the confused pooch to Mrs. McGuire's face.
She shook her head instantly in dismay and said, "We can't keep it."
"No, mom, I just wanted to take him back to his home. He's lost." she replied.
She sharply eyed the dog, then Lizzie, sighed in some relief, and said, "Okay then, let's get this over with."
So the McGuires wandered into the vast forested living community known as Forrest Plantation. It was woody. The dog tag led the McGuires to the denser part of the woods, a house covered almost entirely in the towering trees surrounding it.
Ding-Dong, Lizzie rings the doorbell, still clutching the dog cuddlily. A boy answers a door. Lizzie's age, in same school, had a messy black hair with same kind of messy clothes and didn't talk much. He was shy.
"Hey! I found your dog wandering around in my neighborhood so I brought it to you!" Lizzie says in a loud voice, the boy didn't seem to be used to such loud female voice that it seemed to shook him a little. Lizzie tilts her head and smiles, holding out Chester to him.
"Uh, thanks..." He said quietly, taking the dog, his hand seemingly getting shocked at the slight touch he and Lizzie exchanged during the ordeal. Lizzie was oblivious to this.
"Don't you go to my school? What class are you in?" Lizzie inquires. Though she knew the answer. He was in her History class, sitting in the corner. Though she never noticed him until now that he existed.
He seemed bewildered at this bombardment of questions. There was a distinct quiet before he gave a not-so-distinct answer, "Yeah."
Lizzie gave a slight squint and smiled. Seeing that the boy either didn't like to talk or didn't like talking to her, she decided to end the conversation, "Okay, well see you then."
"Yeah, bye..."
"Bye Chester!" Lizzie added, giving the dog a last cuddle.
The boy and Lizzie exchanged glances, and went their seperate ways.
The boy had a dream that night: he was in a cold place, but felt a warm tug. He saw a light in the distance, and tried to reach it, warmth coming over him with every inch he got closer to it, but he was never able to reach it, and he froze. It went dark, then he woke up.
He stared at the back of Lizzie next day in his History class. It was just her hair and shoulders, but he liked every minute of staring at it. Every so often she'll turn around to talk to her buddy Miranda behind her, in which case the boy will look away so Lizzie didn't see that he was staring at her. The class ended, and the boy watched as Lizzie walked out of the classroom.
The boy was indeed very shy. Especially when in girl's presense. But he longed to be liked by a girl like anybody else. Then by Fate he was talked to by a girl that delivered him his dog who had wandered off. He fell in love. But he never did anything about it but stare at her from the distance. In Lizzie's perspective, it went like this: She found a dog, she delivered a dog, met a guy, went home. Nothing special. So-nothing-special it was that she forgot about the boy's existence once again after a few days, for the boy never did anything about anything. Only thing that made something was the dog, who wandered off and found Lizzie.
The End
Hm, with writer's block and all I was rather amazed I'm actually writing the final line here as I am now. And I think it all molded into something somewhat meaningfull. I hope. Man guess I ran out of witty things to say in these little extra spaced. So sad. Not like ya'll ever read it so who cares, right? Anyhow, review my story will ya? Oh wait ya'll don't read these lines so that was a waste... Oh well. Yeah. I'll write more. Maybe. Is anyone reading? Hello?
Forward: I'm kinda hitting writer's block right now... And it's a wonder I actually was able to throw this together. Oh well. It turned out. It's all good eh? Well yeah it turned out bad but it turned out. So it's all good. Yeah.
Setting: After chapter 2, before chapter 4, darnit.
Aimlessly he ran around. Eventually he found himself somewhere he didn't recognize. That didn't seem to trouble him, or his aimless running. He continued.
"Aww who are you?" Lizzie comes up to the poor wandering doggie and picks him up.
Dreaming On, Chapter 3
Dog That Wandered Off
by Twin Signal
She traced the dog's twisted collar to the bag and found the tag attached to it, buried in fluffy fur. Its dull-blue colored plating had the engraving, 'Chester.' "Your name is Chester huh?" Lizzie said excitedly, petting the dog. She flipped through to the second tag and found Chester's origin to be in Forrest Plantation, good ten minutes in car. "Come quite far haven't you? Are you lost? Why don't I take you home?" Lizzie grabbed the pooch and started to trek back to her house.
"Mom, look what I found!" Lizzie exclaims, holding out the confused pooch to Mrs. McGuire's face.
She shook her head instantly in dismay and said, "We can't keep it."
"No, mom, I just wanted to take him back to his home. He's lost." she replied.
She sharply eyed the dog, then Lizzie, sighed in some relief, and said, "Okay then, let's get this over with."
So the McGuires wandered into the vast forested living community known as Forrest Plantation. It was woody. The dog tag led the McGuires to the denser part of the woods, a house covered almost entirely in the towering trees surrounding it.
Ding-Dong, Lizzie rings the doorbell, still clutching the dog cuddlily. A boy answers a door. Lizzie's age, in same school, had a messy black hair with same kind of messy clothes and didn't talk much. He was shy.
"Hey! I found your dog wandering around in my neighborhood so I brought it to you!" Lizzie says in a loud voice, the boy didn't seem to be used to such loud female voice that it seemed to shook him a little. Lizzie tilts her head and smiles, holding out Chester to him.
"Uh, thanks..." He said quietly, taking the dog, his hand seemingly getting shocked at the slight touch he and Lizzie exchanged during the ordeal. Lizzie was oblivious to this.
"Don't you go to my school? What class are you in?" Lizzie inquires. Though she knew the answer. He was in her History class, sitting in the corner. Though she never noticed him until now that he existed.
He seemed bewildered at this bombardment of questions. There was a distinct quiet before he gave a not-so-distinct answer, "Yeah."
Lizzie gave a slight squint and smiled. Seeing that the boy either didn't like to talk or didn't like talking to her, she decided to end the conversation, "Okay, well see you then."
"Yeah, bye..."
"Bye Chester!" Lizzie added, giving the dog a last cuddle.
The boy and Lizzie exchanged glances, and went their seperate ways.
The boy had a dream that night: he was in a cold place, but felt a warm tug. He saw a light in the distance, and tried to reach it, warmth coming over him with every inch he got closer to it, but he was never able to reach it, and he froze. It went dark, then he woke up.
He stared at the back of Lizzie next day in his History class. It was just her hair and shoulders, but he liked every minute of staring at it. Every so often she'll turn around to talk to her buddy Miranda behind her, in which case the boy will look away so Lizzie didn't see that he was staring at her. The class ended, and the boy watched as Lizzie walked out of the classroom.
The boy was indeed very shy. Especially when in girl's presense. But he longed to be liked by a girl like anybody else. Then by Fate he was talked to by a girl that delivered him his dog who had wandered off. He fell in love. But he never did anything about it but stare at her from the distance. In Lizzie's perspective, it went like this: She found a dog, she delivered a dog, met a guy, went home. Nothing special. So-nothing-special it was that she forgot about the boy's existence once again after a few days, for the boy never did anything about anything. Only thing that made something was the dog, who wandered off and found Lizzie.
The End
Hm, with writer's block and all I was rather amazed I'm actually writing the final line here as I am now. And I think it all molded into something somewhat meaningfull. I hope. Man guess I ran out of witty things to say in these little extra spaced. So sad. Not like ya'll ever read it so who cares, right? Anyhow, review my story will ya? Oh wait ya'll don't read these lines so that was a waste... Oh well. Yeah. I'll write more. Maybe. Is anyone reading? Hello?