It all started when we were heading to the door to get out of the house. "Aah!" my mother screamed. "Why's there a dog in front of our house?" We were all curious to see what had happened, so we all gathered around the window. When my dad heard the scream he rushed to the window faster than a bomb could launch. We all scattered like rodents when he was about to open the door. We all we confused and worried. "Will we make it to school?" Eventually my mother just went through the other door because when you work for a New York City Public High School you can't just walk in anytime you want to.
When my mom left my sister and I rushed to the window to take another look at the dog. Man that thing looked sad. It was huddled up in to the corner. It looked like it had been abused or something. We called the police and they came and took pictures of it and inspected it. They called Animal Control and they'll be here soon. But till then I've been just sitting and waiting…waiting…
