I'm just gonna get to the story...most of you will know I feel when you read it...
Today, my stepmom let out the dogs, two boys and one girl, and she let the boys in before she left...our female dog, Artemis, didn't come so we thought she might be up at my grandparents' house. We were wrong...she'd been across the street, and when she heard my stepmom leave for work, she tried to come back...on her way, she was hit by a car and was killed...when we got up the driveway, we being me and my sisters, our neighbors son asked if Artemis was at home and I got a bad feeling about this when he said there was a dog that looked just like her laying dead at the side of the road...it was Artemis...
My stepmom picked me and my sisters up today at 1:40 after my dad and grandpa had buried Artemis and I knew immediately that dad had told her...she told us how this was the one day she hadn't called for Artemis, just thought she'd let her play with Midnight, my grandparents' dog...
I'm still crying about it and I've gotten more hugs than I can count from people at school today...
Today...
Today...
I can't say I was fine. I was never fine to begin with.
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