My name is Addie and I’m much younger than over half of you (under fourteen). Born and raised in Maryland under loving parents with two irritating siblings who also happen to be my best friends. I’m the oldest child and I’m pretty sure it suits me. We have one dog named Darcy, who I’m pretty sure is secretly a cat. The only reason I haven’t forced my parents to get me fourteen kittens is because my mom and brother are quite allergic. I can’t remember how I got into this, I think I might have found a link on Google or something.
Hi guys! I like to think of myself a writer, so I thought I might try my hand at finishing Skykey’s amazing story as a memorial to him. I admit it is not as good as the rest, but if you want me to keep trying please tell me!
Baywolf, the dog he had just failed to kill, was standing in the center of the yard, teeth bared. Behind him were others, massive brutes built for the kill. With a commanding bark, Baywolf charged for the men, barking as loud as he could, “BAD! MEN! STOP BAD MEN!”
It was a perfectly normal day at the hospital. The lady at the phone picked up the call. “911, what’s your emergency?” But there was no voice, only gunshots and shouting.
As Megan had instructed, Maxie and Tre-C mostly kept back during the fight. You could hear them for a mile in each direction, the gunshots and the baying of the dogs. Tre-C perked her finely-tuned ears up. She could just hear the sirens. Cats from across the town were coming to see what was happening, slinking through the shadows. Tre-C joined Megan on the roof. “Good job, kitten!” Megan said, touching the tabby’s back with her tail. Tre-C beamed with pride.
I think we once tried one for a vacation, but it kept falling off its frame and got us all hurt. In the end, we used it as storage for our stuffies. Another option is an enormous beanbag. We used to have one, and we pushed it around until it was a perfect loaf then jump off the couch into it. Unfortunately, we had to get rid of it before we had any fur-children.
My name is Addie and I’m much younger than over half of you (under fourteen). Born and raised in Maryland under loving parents with two irritating siblings who also happen to be my best friends. I’m the oldest child and I’m pretty sure it suits me. We have one dog named Darcy, who I’m pretty sure is secretly a cat. The only reason I haven’t forced my parents to get me fourteen kittens is because my mom and brother are quite allergic. I can’t remember how I got into this, I think I might have found a link on Google or something.