The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.
The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animals on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That day Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small dogs laying in a heap by the pond. She ran over to them and stroked their fur.
"Are you lost?" Summer asked knowingly. The dogs lifted their heads in acknowledgement.
Summer petted them. "You don't have a home, do you?"
The brother whimpered and looked up at her. He had the deepest blue eyes of them all; his expression captured Summer's heart.
"Come home with me," Summer whispered sweetly. "You'd be perfect for us. We live on a farm and everything."
The puppy's ears perked up. Was she really going to take them home? This was miraculous.
Summer scratched his ears while he thought about it. Maybe he could find his mother again. Maybe she'd keep the whole family. Was it possible?
Summer began petting the puppy's sister. "Aw, you're so cute. Are you the brother?"
The puppy's ears went back mildly and a high-pitched whimper came from her throat.
"Oh. Are you the sister?"
The puppy's tail began wagging and for once in the two hours they'd been lost, she spoke.
"And are you a brother?" Summer asked the other puppy. He agreed, barking and wagging and even jumping up to lick her face.
"Then I'll call you Shadow."
This made the dog even happier. He jumped around. But the sister looked at Summer expectantly, waiting for her to name her.
"I'll call you...Zoey."
Zoey walked around happily. She was indeed the prissiest of the litter, so she made her way over to the middle of the grass and began wagging her tail and strutting - the way a dog would.
"Zoey!" Summer exclaimed through a fit of giggles. "Come on, guys. Let's get home. Which one of you wants to walk, and which one wants to ride in the picnic basket attached to the bike?"
Zoey immediately climbed onto Summer's lap and then into the picnic basket. Shadow looked at them happily. He wanted to walk anyway.
"Okay. Now let's go home."
Meanwhile, the mother had been searching everywhere for her puppies.
Now where else would she go?
The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animals on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That day Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small dogs laying in a heap by the pond. She ran over to them and stroked their fur.
"Are you lost?" Summer asked knowingly. The dogs lifted their heads in acknowledgement.
Summer petted them. "You don't have a home, do you?"
The brother whimpered and looked up at her. He had the deepest blue eyes of them all; his expression captured Summer's heart.
"Come home with me," Summer whispered sweetly. "You'd be perfect for us. We live on a farm and everything."
The puppy's ears perked up. Was she really going to take them home? This was miraculous.
Summer scratched his ears while he thought about it. Maybe he could find his mother again. Maybe she'd keep the whole family. Was it possible?
Summer began petting the puppy's sister. "Aw, you're so cute. Are you the brother?"
The puppy's ears went back mildly and a high-pitched whimper came from her throat.
"Oh. Are you the sister?"
The puppy's tail began wagging and for once in the two hours they'd been lost, she spoke.
"And are you a brother?" Summer asked the other puppy. He agreed, barking and wagging and even jumping up to lick her face.
"Then I'll call you Shadow."
This made the dog even happier. He jumped around. But the sister looked at Summer expectantly, waiting for her to name her.
"I'll call you...Zoey."
Zoey walked around happily. She was indeed the prissiest of the litter, so she made her way over to the middle of the grass and began wagging her tail and strutting - the way a dog would.
"Zoey!" Summer exclaimed through a fit of giggles. "Come on, guys. Let's get home. Which one of you wants to walk, and which one wants to ride in the picnic basket attached to the bike?"
Zoey immediately climbed onto Summer's lap and then into the picnic basket. Shadow looked at them happily. He wanted to walk anyway.
"Okay. Now let's go home."
Meanwhile, the mother had been searching everywhere for her puppies.
Now where else would she go?
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a knife in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a knife in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.