The Present By Kristen T

Time passes quickly as I read in my gloomy room. No! I can’t read any more! Too many bad memories are in this book. I feel so upset I might cry! I might lock myself in my room forever and never see the light again. Why did I ever start reading this book? I always pick books about kids playing, I don’t know why because it makes me so sad.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. What’s that? It can't be my mum or dad because they always knock. I feel a cold shiver run up my back. Should I open the door or not? I creep over to the door.  Scratch, scratch, scratch. I hear it again. Maybe I’ll open it this time. I get closer and open the door a tiny bit and see a black nose going sniff, sniff, sniff. I am so excited I could squeal. I fling open the door and a cute, adorable puppy pops out. I fall over with amazement. Lick, lick, lick SO CUTE! I decide to name the puppy Crystal. She is different from all other dogs. Crystal has half an arm, just like me.

All at once the dog grabs my leg and begins to pull me towards the backdoor. I immediately shake my leg free from Crystal’s mouth. Argh, I hate going outside. I hate strangers staring at me. I hate being teased. I hate having one arm. I hate being me! I storm off towards the fridge to get a drink of water to calm me down but the dog follows me. I’m so angry I could burst until I see the sweet little adorable puppy looking up at me carrying a ball in her mouth. All of a sudden, my anger disappears into thin air.

I sprint to the back door with Crystal following behind me. I open the door with excitement. The fresh air hits my face and the smell of ruby red roses, luscious lavender and gorgeous gardenias fills my nose with happiness. The sun springs to life as I step outside. I throw the ball with power and Crystal runs so fast she trips over her own feet. Crystal and I play for hours.

I feel much more confident, happier and definitely not bored with Crystal beside me. Now I walk to the shops everyday with Crystal. I don’t care if people stare or look at me with a funny face. I don’t sit in my gloomy room and read anymore. I love being me and I love having a dog like Crystal.

Who would believe a tiny dog like Crystal could get me outside?