Well I was sitting in the comp room last night, with the dogs cause grandma came over and the dogs are royal bitches. And while I still had my long nails on I wrote a short story of what could be the future if mom does nothing about it: A Terrible End To A Lasting Sisterhood A 16-year-old girl with blue-hazel eyes and butt length brown hair unlocked the back door to the house. A sad black dog that usually would be nearly knocking her over greeted her. She looked at the dog, concern filling her eyes. She threw her backpack on the bench that they had never moved outside and picked up the dog cradling her like a big baby. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked as she wiggled her fingers and rubbed the dogs’ side. “What is it, Hoover?” She carried the dog out of the laundry room, through the hall and to her bedroom. “Where’s your old mom?” she asked as she opened the door and walked in. She then set Hoover down and went into her bathroom. Once she came back out she walked out followed by Hoover as she called, “Tuffy? Tuffy where are you?” She stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around. She then saw a tan tail sticking out from behind the couch. “Tuff?” She walked over to the couch and knelt down, shaking the dog’s butt. The dog didn’t move, so she shook her again. When she didn’t move again she moved the couch and looked at the old, tan dog that lay motionless. “Tuff?!?” she said as she chocked on some tears. She carefully picked up the limp dog and cradled her like a baby, her eyes streaming with tears. “Tuffy!” When her mom arrived home she still sat in the living room, cradling Tuffy. “Ash?” her mom said as she walked up and saw that she was still crying. “What’s wrong?” “I want my sister back!” she wined as she then buried her face in the dogs fur. She knew she would never have another dog that could take the place of her dear sister, Tuffy. They later realized Tuffy’s unfortunate death was due to the lump on her stomach that was cancer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So yeah, there my story and if my mom does nothing about the real lump on my older dogs breast then she won't be here to see me graduate in a few years. Mom's really pissing me off cause she isn't doing anything about it cause Tuff's old and is gonna die soon. Well I don't care I want my sister to live and be able to see me come a graduate. I know I sound stupid saying that a dog could be my sister, but Tuff has been with me since I was 4 and I've never remembered a day without her. And the day she dies will be the day I ball my eyes out and miss school for a week. Cause I swear to my god that if she dies during the school year and it's because of that lump on her breast then I will not go to school for a week and I will be throughly pissed at Mom. And I better go before I piss my self off so bad that I start crying about and then can't go to school. Adios Unsure Draq