by VampireMessageNinja » Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:28 am
(Come on guys, what's wrong?)
Toby entered his room, laying down on one of the beds and staring at the ceiling. One year. One year with these morons. How to survive that?, he joked in his mind. Actually, he was pretty fond of the thought of living with other teens of his age. His family was busy all the time, with feeding, brushing and taking dogs for a walk. They had a rather big dog farm with about 30, maybe 40 dogs, so there always was work to do. Who will help my parents to look after the dogs, now that I'm gone?, Toby asked himself and patted Brutus' head.