Patch

Chapter 2

Patch

 

...Patch! My beloved dog Patch. "Oh, Patch! Come here boy." Patch jumped up on me and I hugged him until he wriggled about and scrambled up onto my bed. I went over and sat down beside him.

     Patch was my sweet little puppy that I got for my birthday last year. He is white with a few brown spots on his body and a brown patch over his eye(that's why I called him Patch). He is always very jumpy and excited, but he has never scratched at my door; he just jumps on the handle until the door opens or until someone notices him.

     I lay my head down on my pillow and pulled the covers up to my chin. I looked over at my clock. It was only 6:30; I still had another hour until I had to get up for school. I made sure that my alarm clock was set for 7:30 and then I closed my eyes.

     It wasn't the slow, constant ticking of my clock that kept me awake, and it wasn't Patch wriggling about at my feet either, I don't even think that it was the fact that I knew that I would have more bad dreams; it was that I had a strange feeling that something was watching me, waiting until I was asleep to climb in through my window and hide me away with nothing to eat and nothing to drink...

     I decided that I wasn't going to think about it. Instead I would think about the fact that I was going on holiday in just five weeks and three days. I would be lying by the pool underneath the warm sun drinking ice cold juice and...

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