.•IT CAN'T BE REAL•.

Chapter One: .•neighbors•.

"Wait up, Logan!" Lee shouted after her younger brother, laughing. Her feet kicked up dirt as she sprinted on the train tracks. After finally catching up to him, she grabbed his paw tightly. Logan giggled. "Come on, Logan. Dad's gonna be looking for us." Lee told him, motioning for him to follow her. The rays of the sun beat down on them as they began to walk back to their house. "Hm?" Lee stopped, staring at the parked moving vehicle at the empty house beside her. That house had been for sale for at least 3 months now. An old, dirt covered truck pulled in the driveway. "Who are they?" Logan asked, pointing at the truck. Lee gripped his hand tighter. Please don't run off, Logan... Lee hoped.

Two Dobermans jumped out of the car, a tall one with a green jacket reading "CAMP 1983" and a smaller one, with a huge ball of fur covering their eyes and he had his red hoodie on, the drawstrings pulled as tightly as possible. Lee dragged her brother behind a tree, still watching them. An old mutt opened the drivers' door slowly, his fur grey and matted. He threw a cigarette on the dirt. "Are they nice?" Lee jumped, unaware it was her brother who asked. "Y-yeah.." she said, still holding his paw tightly. I sure do hope so...

They continued walking. "Can we meet them?" Logan asked, his eyes lighting up. Poor Logan, he was so social, yet nobody wanted to be his friend. "Soon, Logan." Lee said, looking at her brother. He frowned, soon usually meant in a long time. "How about we go home and I'll tell you a story, is that okay with you?" Lee said, messing up his spiky fur. Logan laughed, nodding. Man... Lee thought, I bet nobody has a better younger brother than me. She grabbed his hand again, walking back to their house.