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Emma Eismontaite

Emma Eismontaite

Email: emute9@hotmail.co.uk

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About Me:Hello! My name is Emma, and I'm fifteen. I do tennis as well as horse-riding. Also, I love Art and English, and have chosen to write stories because I love creative writing! x

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Homeless

Homeless

  

My muddy fur stood on end as I crouched in the littered corner, trying to keep out of the frosty, biting wind. My eyes grew big and paralysed, feeling terrified and small in this colossal city. My hope grew whenever people bustled by, but no one would probably want a scruffy dog with filthy fur like me. I whined loudly and I licked my paw, which was covered in my scarlet red blood, listening attentively for the big dogs that had attacked me.

     I had just settled down to sleep for the night on an old, forgotten t–shirt that someone had dropped long ago, when I heard the sound of someone whispering. My ears pricked up and my eyes shot open. A little girl, no older than the age of seven, was kneeling down in front of me and stroking my shivering fur, cooing appreciatively.

     “What a lovely dog you are. I would love to have you. Oh! Mum! Can we keep her?” asked the little girl, shouting over the noise of the crowd of people pushing past to get home from work. Her Mum swivelled around sharply and gasped. My hopes rose quickly, but I was wrong.

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     “Take your hands off that filthy thing immediately! How dare you touch that ... that ... vagrant! Come here now!” The girl’s Mum came striding over rapidly and dragged her away by the sleeve of her cardigan. The girl struggled and pulled, but it was no use. In a matter of moments, she was gone and I was left alone once again.

     I snuggled back down again, wishing that someone would come back for me. It was getting dark now and the street lights flickered on and now only a few people walked by. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, a big carriage pulled up with two hazelnut brown horses, which were snorting out misty steam. A young lady stepped out, wearing an elegant, billowing dress with one child. A girl. But they just trotted into a fancy building opposite me, their heads held high. I barked weakly but they couldn’t hear me. One horse whinnied at me quietly. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the reigns split and the horse reared up and neighed and ran towards me. Everybody gasped and turned around to look at this extraordinary sight and before I knew it, I was carried on its back and we were rushing through the cold, night wind. I suppose this is where our adventures together began...              

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