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Chapter #4
Free from that stupid dog
by: Unknown
I turned and looked back at Melissa. To my luck, she began walking towards the stairs. I called out her name, trying to get her attention. Unfortunately, she was singing a happy tune and my shouts were drowned out. Her voice was sweet and beautiful, but now more than ever I wished that she would just shut up. I stood up as she got closer. Maybe I could jump onto her leg or something. Just then, the phone rang and Melissa turned to answer it. She went to the desk and picked up the cordless. “Hello, Smithson residence,” Melissa said into the phone. I began to run towards her; I needed her help. “Oh, hi. Of course. Yes, I’ll do that. Just that? Nothing else? Okay, I’ll take care of it.” She hung up the phone just as I stopped, panting at one of the legs of the desk. I wished I wasn’t so out of shape. I had no more breath to call out to her and I cursed to myself as she walked away. She walked to the edge of the stairs and called up, “John, I’m heading to the store to pick up a few things. Breakfast is ready. I’ll see you soon.” If only I had waited a little longer; maybe she would have seen me. I groaned in frustration and looked around. Melissa’s bag was near the desk. It could be my chance to gain her attention. I sprinted to the bag and climbed in, falling amongst the various vanities of a teenage girl’s purse. Her mascara and eyeliner fell on top of me as I struggled to gain my footing amongst the scattered objects. I pushed the giant makeup off of me as I felt the bag being lifted up and I fell deeper into the pile. I could sense the swinging of the bag as I unsuccessfully tried to stand back up. I heard the front door open and close with a familiar click. The jingling of keys told me that Melissa was opening the door of the car. Just as I heard the car door open, my stomach was forced into my throat as Melissa tossed the bag onto the seat. For a brief moment, I was weightless, floating among the contents of the purse. Then, with a horrible crunch, all the force came down on me as the bag hit the seat and everything went black.
My head was throbbing when I finally came to. I tried to sit up but a wave of nausea caused me to lie back down. Slowly, the pain subsided and I sat up, leaning against something soft but firm. It was dark wherever I was at and the sound of conversing was all around me. I lifted my hand and began to rub my head. My fingers brushed over a spot on my forehead that sent extreme pain through my brain. I had a huge gash there; no wonder my head hurt so much. Who knew makeup could be so deadly? I listened to the voices outside. From what I heard, I was probably still in Melissa’s bag and she was at school. That means I was out for a whole day! I needed to get her attention.
~Torch~
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