in English class, we were supposed to create a short and original story. we learned on story\u00a0arcs, and we supposed to write narratively, which means that we are supposed to show, and not tell.<\/p>\n
“It\u2019s very depressing around here. I\u2019m hearing lots of yelling from<\/span> other dogs that just can\u2019t believe what they have been through. I sit here inside an empty little cage. <\/span>There\u2019s lots of rusty grey cages around me. They look like they haven\u2019t been cleaned in the last 50 years. They contain old, filthy and injured dogs and cats inside, that have remained caged for months or even years. <\/span>I just look at <\/span>the only bright light on the ceiling<\/span> and try to remember what happened….<\/span> in English class, we were supposed to create a short and original story. we learned on story\u00a0arcs, and we supposed to write narratively, which means that we are supposed to show, and not tell. “It\u2019s very depressing around here. I\u2019m hearing lots of yelling from other dogs that just can\u2019t believe what they have been … <\/p>\n
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\n<\/span> I have a family in a big house. Their garden is<\/span> enormous<\/span>, like a party of green, with lots of <\/span>holes to dig and lots of squirrels to chase<\/span>. Inside the house, there are lots of toys on the floor. Best of all, I can <\/span>satisfy my<\/span> needs anywhere I want. It\u2019s a dream house, the best I could imagine. The problem is that my humans always go somewhere in the morning. Sometimes the little humans go too and sometimes they do not. I find it confusing. When the big humans at home, they always shout at each other because this is a kind of game they play, I guess. But at least their food is incredible! Even though they do not give me that much, I still can have it whenever I want.<\/span>
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\n<\/span> One day, the big human takes me to his mechanical cart. He doesn\u2019t usually let me get in this, but it looks like he is going to take me for a walk. He brings me to a big park that I have never seen before, like a <\/span>much more significant version than our garden<\/span>. It looks like heaven. <\/span>There\u2019s shade, and water, and lots of flying plates.<\/span> I think to myself that this is going to be the best day of my life. The human opens up the door at the park. I am excited like a little<\/span>-energized<\/span> puppy. But then\u2026 he just leaves. <\/span>
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\n<\/span> I am confused. Where is my human going? Is he going to bring the rest of the family? I just decide to wait for him to return. But he never comes back. It is dark. \u00a0It is unbelievable. He has left me like I am just a piece of garbage. What can I do now? Where can I go? I walk into the park. Scared. I\u2019m just a puppy in this big world. I\u2019ve never felt this way before. This loneliness. I start to cry and yell when suddenly, another human <\/span>wearing black<\/span> catches me and puts me in a cart. <\/span>
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\n<\/span> That is how I came here. To this dark room. \u00a0I have no idea how it happened. Is it me? Is it them? Is it both? I try to be the best dog there is. <\/span>What does it even mean to be a good dog? <\/span>When every single dog is screaming, I am the only quiet one. Until in walks another human family. One little human points at me. I am a little scared. Then I get outside the cage, and the small human holds me. What\u2019s going on? Are they going to take me to a new house, where they will treat me like crap? \u00a0No thank you. I go rigid and refuse to move. I am a limp rag. The little human holds me carefully and smiles while he carries me as he walk outside. <\/span>But I tried to resist. Inside I\u2019m wondering if what I\u2019ve been through will always happen to me for the rest of my life.”<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"