I was heartbroken, for the first time in my life. We were walking back to our houses from our neighborhood Christmas party. It was the 3 of us; Emily, Margs, and me. We have been friends forever because we all lived close together; but in school we all were in different friend groups. In school it was as if we didn’t even know each other. We were all talking about what we wanted for Christmas.
I asked Emily, “Don’t you want a dog?”
She answered “Of course, but my stupid brother is allergic to them.”
I laughed a little not wanting to brag that I already had two dogs. We finally reached my house, after about 5 minutes of walking, I said goodbye to my friends and ran up the driveway to my house.
I opened the door getting, a warm welcome from …show more content…
We already have been looking for 2 hours. My mom wanted us to go home but I couldn’t, knowing that my dog could be out there in the dark with no one by his side. Like usual though my mom was right, we had to go home get some rest and hope for the best. We drove home in silence. I knew my mom was concerned she just didn’t want to show it, because she didn’t want me to worry. As I walked in the front door I saw my brother sitting down at the counter. When I looked at him my eyes filled with tears, I could feel my face burning up, and my hands were clenched into tight fists. It was all his fault, he was the one who lost Tucker and he didn’t even help to find …show more content…
Nobody was eating anything, we were all too worried. In the midsts of silence the home phone started ringing, I jumped to my feet and grabbed the phone from the kitchen island. The man on the other side of the call started talking in a shaky voice. With hesitation he said that he was from the Greenfield Hill Vet, and that this call was regarding Tucker O’Brien. As soon as those words reached my ear, the phone came falling from my hand, because I knew Tucker was dead. All that time searching for him, and yelling at my brother making him feel worst about everything was all for nothing because he was dead. He wasn’t missing anymore he was just
I asked Emily, “Don’t you want a dog?”
She answered “Of course, but my stupid brother is allergic to them.”
I laughed a little not wanting to brag that I already had two dogs. We finally reached my house, after about 5 minutes of walking, I said goodbye to my friends and ran up the driveway to my house.
I opened the door getting, a warm welcome from …show more content…
We already have been looking for 2 hours. My mom wanted us to go home but I couldn’t, knowing that my dog could be out there in the dark with no one by his side. Like usual though my mom was right, we had to go home get some rest and hope for the best. We drove home in silence. I knew my mom was concerned she just didn’t want to show it, because she didn’t want me to worry. As I walked in the front door I saw my brother sitting down at the counter. When I looked at him my eyes filled with tears, I could feel my face burning up, and my hands were clenched into tight fists. It was all his fault, he was the one who lost Tucker and he didn’t even help to find …show more content…
Nobody was eating anything, we were all too worried. In the midsts of silence the home phone started ringing, I jumped to my feet and grabbed the phone from the kitchen island. The man on the other side of the call started talking in a shaky voice. With hesitation he said that he was from the Greenfield Hill Vet, and that this call was regarding Tucker O’Brien. As soon as those words reached my ear, the phone came falling from my hand, because I knew Tucker was dead. All that time searching for him, and yelling at my brother making him feel worst about everything was all for nothing because he was dead. He wasn’t missing anymore he was just