A/N: Might as well... *posts two in one day*
Book: Also off top of my head...
Quote: The skateboard rolled without an owner
Bold: Jack
Regular: Me
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The skate board rolled without an owner. I sighed knowingly, watching it glide from one end of the driveway to the other. This was common here. Nobody wondered if it was a ghost or gusty breeze anymore. We all knew better. That skateboard was a signal that "they were here".
People ran screaming. An initial and a last name was all they had as a warning. The mayor's cousins were coming. Families left on last minute vacations, adults mysteriously said their estranged aunt was sick, and the elders hid in their storm shelters. Supplied with food, water, tv's, security supplies, and an unending supply of ammunition. But the poor mayor couldn't leave.
He had to show his respects to his dying poodle Frederick, who was dying from lung disease.
"He won't be here much longer." the doctor drawled, "You might want to go to him"
In an almost robotic march, the mayor slowly made his way to his dog. Upon entering, the poodle was propped up against the hospital bed moaning.
"my poor Frederick, my poor dog, why do you have to leave me?"
But the deed was done. To spare themselves the shame, the relatives left the town, never to be seen again. All the people celebrated, for this was what Fred had wanted. The small town was free from the Ross'*.
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*This is a joke on my friend's last name. It's been changed of course.
I had no idea she killed the dog from lung cancer... so I went with the assumption the relatives did it.