Kylie

I walked with my hands in my pockets outside onto my front lawn. A small puppy ran towards me and I knelt to pat him. I looked up to see a handsome young man running towards us sighing and hardly breathing. 

"I think you found my dog." He smiled.

"I think I did too, here." I replied, handing him the leash tied to the dog. 

"Thanks. I'm John, by the way." The guy explained.

"I'm Kylie. I guess I'll be seeing ya." I waved as John left. 

I smiled to myself and put my hands back in my pockets. I kept walking, I thought about catching up with him and get to know him. But I thought again and decided I can see him when I see him. It's only up to me when I tell myself it's up to me. 

Wait. I have no idea what the dogs name is. I need to know, he's special. I don't exactly know how, but as soon as I saw him I felt connected, like one day it will be my dog. I hope. I want a pet, I would take good care of one if I had one too. I want one so much!!!

I had a pet when I was three. A baby mouse. But it wasn't actually a pet. I found it around the house, so I caught it and took him into my care. My parents didn't know anything about it and they knew there was a mouse somewhere in the house, so they set up some mouse traps to catch him. One day he was caught in one of them.

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I woke up Monday morning super ready for school. I don't know why, but I was really excited to see John. I think he is about my age, I don't know for sure. So I expect him to be in school. I hope I can see him again. He was nice. Like there was nothing to hide from me. (Or so I thought)! 

I was dressed and packed in a flash and out the door in a second. I rushed outside and knew I was too early for the bus. So I started to walk. I didn't get to school when I hoped, but I wasn't too late. I had enough time to meet people and chat up a conversation. Sadly, the bus had beat me. I wish I had waited for it. 

Not long after a stroll around school, I noticed a couple of boys playing around on the football field. I looked around, hoping John might have made a few friends already. No. I seem to never be right, right? 

I had decided there was no more use looking, I had searched everywhere and had't seen him at all. It's like he's moving around a lot. If he's even here!!!!

I wonder if he's a ditcher or a  naughty guy. He seemed nice when I met him, but that was then. Maybe he wanted to make a good first impression. Maybe he didn't even know I would see him again. Maybe. I liked him, but I have no idea what he's like. 

I ran over to a teacher and asked if any new students had enrolled. She answered with a 'no' and seemed suspicious in why I asked. I could tell.

"No reason, just wondering." I explained. 

The teacher didn't seem convinced but she went along with it anyway. I wanted to get past it quickly so I asked a few common questions.

"So how are you, Mrs Paterson?" I asked.

"Good. It's nice outside, kids are playing and I haven't been told about any accidents. So I think I'm going pretty alright." Mrs Paterson replied.

"That's nice." I said, lost for words.

"So...how's school?" Mrs Paterson asked.

"Good. I got my report last week, nearly all As." I explained.

"That's good then. I hope you do well this term then," smiled Mrs Paterson.

"Me too. Me too," I replied.

I walked off and sat down at a small lunch table. When all of a sudden my best friend, Ginger, came and sat next to me.

"Hey." She greeted me.

"Hi, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much." Ginger replied.

I didn't answer, not like I did with Mrs Paterson.

"You look bummed, what's going on?" Ginger asked.

"Nothing. Trust me. When have I ever lied to you?" I asked.

Ginger rolled her eyes and relaxed. I did the same, I think I was pretty worked up about finding John, when there was no use in doing it in the first place.