Coming home from school can be a dangerous business. I found this out. After six weeks in a hospital and almost thirty stitches in my right leg. I was bitten by a dog, it came from nowhere and sideswiped me from the Jones' garden. It grabbed my arm first and pulled me down then it sank it's saber like teeth into my skin. It hurt. It still hurts.
They still haven't found this dog. They say my description of it wasn't clear enough. I remember it perfectly, with it's cold, demented grey eyes and even colder looking fur, dyed a shade of green by the many puddles it had surely rolled in, even it's breath, toxic.