Sorry guys I haven't been writing, I'm actually writing a book called The Wolf's Past.
I also had the flu and a lot of schoolwork.
I'll try to get a few chapters out but The Wolf's Past is my main focus.
Now here's something I wrote for my English class, WARNING VERY SAD, also sorry if there are mistakes I wrote in like an hour late at night before it was due:
I picked up a picture of me with my old guinea pig Sophie. She had on a pink sweater that I had given her that once belonged to a Webkinz. Holding on to this picture I remember when my dad took it.
I walked into his office, holding Sophie, showing him how cute she look with her sweater on. My dad told me to take off my glasses for the picture, and I did. I was only 12 at the time. I didn't know how old she really was.
Another moment I remembered as I stared into that photo. It was a cold night in January, January 3rd to be exact. I had just gotten home from my brother's hockey, I don't remember if they won or not. My dad sent me downstairs to see what my mom was doing, she was hanging clothes in my room, I talked to her awhile and I went back upstairs to check on Sophie. I noticed she was lying in the corner of her cage and walked up, opened the gate, it normally spooks her, so it worried me. I reached out to pet her, all I felt was cold. My first reaction was to scream and I did. Well I screamed "OH MY GOD, She's dead," which spooked my dad and he came running, thinking I was talking about my mom. When he noticed where I was standing and the tears streaming down my face, he realized who I was talking about: Sophie, my seven and a half year old guinea pig. She was my first pet that wasn't a fish. Even if I did make her fall down the stairs by accident, I still loved and cared for her. My dad went into the Garage and got a box and he slowly put Sophie into it. This would have been so much harder if we didn't have Phil (my brother's 3 year old guinea pig) and Bella (our almost one year old golden.) Bella began to comfort me with her licks but I ignored and went to hug Phil. Phil probably actually liked, liked Sophie, so it was so a comfort to hold him. My tears soaking into his fur, a half hour later I finally calmed down and sat with my dad and Bella on the couch. I stayed up later that night and slept really late, till one o'clock. We had a Christmas party that day and I still remember people asking about Sophie and having to tell them what happened the previous night.
A noise jerks me back into the present and I think it's Phil but another relation passes through me: he died, my last piece of Sophie, dead. I found Phil too, lying in his cage, stone cold and stiff. I yelled down to my brother and he ran up and was very shaken. Phil was only five. He was ill and there was nothing I could do. My attention goes back to the noise. I walk over to the stairs and find Bella, trying to nose her way downstairs. I grabbed her collar and say "To bad Phil can't block you from the downstairs anymore." I sigh, a tear rolling down my cheek.
Hope ya enjoyed and tell me if you liked it, I cried while writing it, also if want to read some of The Wolf's Past and what you want from my FanFics on this site