I looked closer.  It was not a person. I was right on the first guess. It was an animal.

    Great, I thought. What should I do?  Should I attempt to outrun it or stand here?

    The creature lugged at me with its huge paws and showed me its razor-like teeth. It was then I knew I was doomed. If I did not think of something fast, I was going to become the Rockweiler's snack.  I  made a run for it.  I did not look back as it snarled at me.

    I thought I was going to die.  Then, I heard someone shout out, "Here, Rascal, Good Boy! Now come to Poppa."

     This was my second surprise of the day. Not only was an attack dog on the other side of the fence, but someone lived there too.

       I did not get it. Who would want to live in such a dump?  The roof was in disarray, the front porch was about to collapse, and the windows were all cracked. It was not exactly your first-rate bread and breakfast. 

    How ironic,  Leave it to me to have trespassed on Satan's property.    

    There must be no other explanation since it was not suitable for any sane person.  Then, who am I to judge?  Here, I was plastered in tattoos, body piercings, and hot pink hair.  Who knows what others thought of me?

  I  reflected on my life.

   I was a child who did not have a sheltered life. I was fortunate, so how did I turn out so rebellious?

   Two words, orphaned at age twelve, and my only boyfriend left me for another girl when I was just sixteen. How was supposed to cope by myself?  I hated being alone. It bugged me more than anything in the world next to politics, boredom, and people who looked down upon you for being different than them.

    "Gosh, it was not my fault, my father died and my mother left soon afterward."

    "I was not to blamed when the bullies picked on me at school, or when my grandmother was too poor to send me with lunch."

  "  It was not my fault when the only decent guy in school shared his sandwiches with me and got in trouble with his parents for it."

    "It was not my problem when the bus driver overdosed on cocaine."

      I  had all these crazy thoughts were more memories than anything else run through my head as I dashed as far away from the Rockweiler as I could.  I felt out of breath once I stopped. I turned around in amazement that the demon had beckoned to the call of its master. 

      Find out more in Chapter 3

     bye, bye little owlets!

    -Summer out!