I stare out the windows of my room. The crisp fall breeze makes my hair flow. The trees rustle and leaves surf the air.I blink. An image comes to my mind of a small brown lab whimpering looking up into my eyes.I then remember how lonely I am. I blink again. The image comes back. I then realize that's what I need. It is. I jump up onto my white wooden floor and rush to the steps. I will tell mom and dad later, I tell myself. I run to the kitchen and sit down. I wait. And lunch is served.
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He's All Mine
General FictionHolly is just a regular 12 year old girl. She goes to school, she plays soccor, she has Instagram,Twitter,Tumblr. She has a home of course and she has a huge beautiful forest in her backyard. Holly just doesn't have 1 thing. A friend.
