story for school...

Surviving the New York City Streets


Garbage cans, people, buildings, and
doors I quickly ran past. I dodged
trees, hydrants, and people. I was
tempted to stop by a hydrant, but I didn’t, He was running after me. He is the dog catcher man; He has caught one
of the pack’s members before. Suddenly,
I turned into an alley. I darted behind
a dumpster. The rest of them continued
running from Him, who was right on their tail.


Let me introduce myself, my name is
Lump and I am a dog. Not just a dog as
in a mutt, I am a stunning Yorkshire Terrier/Schnauzer/Maltese mix. I am a stray living, or surviving, with other
stray dogs. I became a stray because I
had suffered from animal abuse. I have
run away from my owners. I don’t think I
have seen any ‘Lost Dog’ signs with a picture of me, not saying I will see
anymore anytime soon. Before, I had fluffy hair, but now I have dirty matted fur. New York City is where I live; my pack is my
family. That reminds me, I have to
follow them, even though I know every nook and cranny of our neighborhood.


While I took off, I spotted Him
driving his car, defeated. Victory I thought. Soon, I found the rest of the group at our
usual place.


“Safe?” I asked. Everyone nodded. We rested for a little
bit. Soon, the dog on guard woke me up
for my shift. I lazily got up. A few minutes later, I heard a rustling
sound. My muscles were now tense and I
stood on the tip of my toes, ready to bark and run off. I glanced over at my fellow dogs; some of
them have an ear raised and others shifted in their sleep. I snuck over to where the sound is coming
from, growling. Oh, it’s just some pesky
cats. Unless… Never mind. The cats weren’t there anymore. I relaxed a little bit. Then I shook one of the dogs awake for their
turn. I snuggled back to sleep.


The next morning, I woke up
famished. I trotted over to our ‘secret’
food stash.


“Ah!” I let out a little yelp. I rushed over to where everyone was gathered.


“What happened to our food!?!” I
cried. The pack exchanged worried
expressions.


One of them was brave enough to
answer, but in a small voice, “They took it.”


My jaw dropped, “I thought we got
rid of them already!” ‘They’ is a cat
group. The group always steals our
food. We get into a lot of fights, but
good thing our pack is always winning.
They are always finding a way to get revenge.


“C’mon, let’s try to find more
food. You stay here and guard the rest
of the food and we’ll go.” I guess I’m
the leader. Do I sound bossy? We ran off, going to wherever our sources of
food came from. I have connections with
this Italian cook. I ran over to his
restaurant, scratched the door four times, and made a croaking noise. The chef opened the door and greeted me with
a huge smile. He excused himself for a
moment and returned with a string of meat.
It was placed gently in my mouth.
I wagged my tail indicating a thank you and took off.


I was the first to arrive, but the dog I told to
stay wasn’t there. I looked around
suspiciously. There was the dog, trapped
in a cage in the back of His van!!! I
ran up to ask the dog what happened, but she had a muzzle on! Then I heard something, I quickly turned
around. There was Him!!! I blasted off running on and on and on, with
a piece of salami dangling out of my mouth.



this was based on a rp that was deleted,
thank you to the author! (wolfcrazy 96!)
my teacher liked the idea lol.
we got to write about anything we wanted at the end of the school year.

Wow!! That's good!!
It reminds me of my rp Life in the Streets of New York City......