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Here's Chapter 4, and happy 4th of July. 

As he awoke, Norville had wondered why his bed felt so hard. Then realization came over him. He wasn't in his room. Opening his eyes, he turned on one side, and took in a sharp breath. He was startled to have a dog mere inched from his face, staring at him blankly. Norville passed over the awkward moment, and sat up. He rubbed his eyes groggily, and fingered through his long hair. It felt disgusting.

'I wonder what time it is.' Norville thought, standing up. He had to think of somewhere to go. He didn't want to spend the whole day in a cemetery. It seemed too eerily still for him. The dog had it's gaze remaining on Norville, watching his movements. When Norville looked down at it, it opened it's mouth, to yawn, Norville thought.

"Rhut's your rame?" it spoke. Norville's eyes went wide. He was in a moment of shock. Maybe he was going insane because of everything. Maybe he was still dreaming. Either way, he knew that dogs were not capable of human speech. He stared at the dog hard. He wanted to ask it something, but hesitated once he realized how silly it seemed to ask a dog a question.

"Rhut's your rame?' it spoke again. Now Norville was sure he could ask it a question. If he were apparently 'crazy', then what harm would it be to just ask the dog a question?

"D-did you just speak?" Norville asked hesitantly. The dog made a nodding motion with its head. "Res, Res I did."

Norville gave an uneasy smirk, and looked away for a moment. 'I must be trippin' or something…' he thought. "My name's Norville." He said, feeling silly for introducing himself to an animal. The dog gave a smile, which looked slightly odd on his mouth. "My rame is Scooby-Doo."

Norville couldn't back up against the bench as the dog walked over to him. "You're bleeding." He said.

Norville snapped a glance at his body. He looked a mess with his shirt ripped in some areas, and potted with dirt marks from the incident the night before. He felt horrible for a second. He kept looking all around his body, until he spotted a brownish-looking splotch on the back of his pants leg.

"Oh…shit. It's gonna get an infection."

"Rhere are you going?" Scooby asked. Norville walked out onto the sidewalk, with Scooby in suit.

"Ohm… just somewhere." He answered.

On their way to a library, Norville noticed how talkative Scooby-Doo was, and wished he wasn't/ Scooby would talk about nearly everything they passes, even the people staring at them. Norville kept his feelings to himself, and didn't want to be too rude. He seemed nice, for a talking dog.

Norville wrapped his wound with lots of toilet paper dabbed with water in the rest room. He did his best to fix his appearance in the bathroom's mirror, but it wouldn't make a difference.

"Hey you." Someone said as they entered the rest room. Norville turned only to see a blonde boy with bright blue eyes, the same boy from the Burger King the night before. Norville said nothing.

"You weren't in school today." He said, walking up to a urinal.

"School's over?" Norville asked.

"It's two in the afternoon." The boy informed him. Then he said, "I saw you in the Burger King yesterday. You looked like you had been crying."

Norville's eyes went downcast. He felt a little embarrassed. He had cried for a while earlier, before he went to the fast food place. "Yeah…" was all Norville said. He was a bit baffled. Why would this person care so much about how he was? He barely knew the kid. He had only seen him in the hallways of school, usually speaking with some red-haired girl, or running away from the main office whenever he was in trouble. Other than that, he had absolutely no relation with him.

" You look horrible, man." The boy said, going to the sinks. "My name is Fred, by the way." He gave a quick smile. Norville smiled back. "Yeah." He said again. He was at a loss for words. No one had ever spoken to him in such a friendly manner, no one his age anyway. 'Maybe…' he thought. Fred spoke again.

"What happened to you? Did you get in a fight?"

"Oh!" Norville said, louder than he had intended. " I was mugged. Last night." He felt so stupid. Fred made a face as though he were in pain. "Ouch," he said. "Yeah, was it more than one person?"

"It felt that way. But I couldn't see."

"It may have been this gang… they've caused so much trouble here in Coolsville this year. They usually attack at night. I wanna try and turn them in."

"Good luck." Norville said with a laugh, not even noticing his rudeness. Fred shrugged. "Ah, well. Anyway, see you." He left, and Norville felt as though he had lost something. He didn't understand what, but the feeling hurt in a way.

'…we could be friends.'

Outside, Scooby was waiting out on the curb. Norville sighed, and began walking. He decided to go back to the graveyard. He had already become slightly used to it, even though it would have people coming in and out, crying usually. It seemed to fit him then, and suit his state of mind. Scooby continued to follow him.

Yeah, I rlly don't like how this chapter came out. It's way too short, plus, it's boring. I PROMISE that the next chapter won't be as dull.

AT least Shaggy knows Freddie now.