I was sitting on the floating dock at Seal Harbor Beach. I came here to think. This dock usually floated at high tide but it was low tide so the dock was just sitting on the sand. The smells of low tide floated into my nose. I had grown accustom to this smell, seeing as though I came here very often. It was the smell of fish and lobster.
Today, I had come here to wonder what was wrong with my life. My mother had died when I was 2 years old so I was too young to remember, but every night I strained all the energy out of my brain tring to remember her. I never could. Also, I had ADHD and dyslexia, and all my teachers wanted me medicated and sent to a crazy school for ,well, crazy people. I was a 11-year-old girl with more problems than most adults.
As I was contemplating life with a mother, I heard footsteps in the sand behind me. It sounded four-legged, not just two, but it could be just another stray dog. I turned my expecting to see a tourist asking "Where are the seal? This is Seal Harbor". But instead I saw a giant sleek black dog. No not dog, thing. Sleek black thing. that makes more sense. It had glowing red eyes.
"Woah", I stuttered. I had never seen anything this big besides in a zoo,"calm down puppy."
I guess I shouldn't have called it puppy. It growled showing two rows of razor sharp canine teeth. I screamed for someone to help me. All the tourists on the beach looked up to see what was wrong. They would yell something like "Get a life!" and "Don't go scarring the young ones!" I wanted to yell at them that there was a giant dog with lava-eyes about to take me to the depths of who-knows-where. But I realized if they thought this thing, was nothing it would be pointless to ask them for help.
Just as I was saying my final prayers, my best friend Lauren came hobbling down the beach. Well< it looked like hobbling at least. And not galloping which I later learn that it was. I never found the fact that she ws running down the beach without her crutches until after i was out of life-or-death situation.
"Lauren! Thank God! Help," I yelled hoping she was normal and could see this thing.
"Oh Gods. No! No this can't be happening!" Lauren practically yelled.
"Well are you going to do anything?" I yelled back at her. I was getting irritated.
Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but it was too late. The black dog pounced on me. It felt like the weight of two school buses filled with kids sitting on top of me. I had my eyes clenched shut. I heard galloping from farther up on the beach. I don't know how I heard this, seeing as though it was 50 feet up shore. I wasn't surprised to her galloping, but on the beach? I was more interested in tiring to get this thing off of me.
Today, I had come here to wonder what was wrong with my life. My mother had died when I was 2 years old so I was too young to remember, but every night I strained all the energy out of my brain tring to remember her. I never could. Also, I had ADHD and dyslexia, and all my teachers wanted me medicated and sent to a crazy school for ,well, crazy people. I was a 11-year-old girl with more problems than most adults.
As I was contemplating life with a mother, I heard footsteps in the sand behind me. It sounded four-legged, not just two, but it could be just another stray dog. I turned my expecting to see a tourist asking "Where are the seal? This is Seal Harbor". But instead I saw a giant sleek black dog. No not dog, thing. Sleek black thing. that makes more sense. It had glowing red eyes.
"Woah", I stuttered. I had never seen anything this big besides in a zoo,"calm down puppy."
I guess I shouldn't have called it puppy. It growled showing two rows of razor sharp canine teeth. I screamed for someone to help me. All the tourists on the beach looked up to see what was wrong. They would yell something like "Get a life!" and "Don't go scarring the young ones!" I wanted to yell at them that there was a giant dog with lava-eyes about to take me to the depths of who-knows-where. But I realized if they thought this thing, was nothing it would be pointless to ask them for help.
Just as I was saying my final prayers, my best friend Lauren came hobbling down the beach. Well< it looked like hobbling at least. And not galloping which I later learn that it was. I never found the fact that she ws running down the beach without her crutches until after i was out of life-or-death situation.
"Lauren! Thank God! Help," I yelled hoping she was normal and could see this thing.
"Oh Gods. No! No this can't be happening!" Lauren practically yelled.
"Well are you going to do anything?" I yelled back at her. I was getting irritated.
Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but it was too late. The black dog pounced on me. It felt like the weight of two school buses filled with kids sitting on top of me. I had my eyes clenched shut. I heard galloping from farther up on the beach. I don't know how I heard this, seeing as though it was 50 feet up shore. I wasn't surprised to her galloping, but on the beach? I was more interested in tiring to get this thing off of me.
