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[~**~Repo Girl~**~]

((I would change it,but something wrong with photobucket))

[Chasing Dreams]

((Ya we can start, can someone eles start please!!!!, you dont have to upload it, and you can get rid of it, I wont accept you unless you change.))

[princess pudding]

(I agree, kids go in this site and we don't need them seeing offensive stuff like that. Photobucket has nothing to do with changing an avatar.)

[~**~Repo Girl~**~]

((Fixed))

[Chasing Dreams]

((thank you!! Know your accepted! ))

[Chasing Dreams]

((we can start know!!!!!))

[blackoutTaxonomist]

((I will start! /eager beaver))

Lucky was sitting out on his front porch and munching on some cereal. He ate straight from the box, that way he wouldn't have to wash an extra bowl at the end of the day. His cat and his dog, Nixon and Google respectively, sat at his feet watching him eat. When the mail arrived, Lucky asked Google to fetch it, and the silly little dog ran as fast as his little legs could carry him toward the mail. He grabbed it and dragged it back for Lucky, who in turn tossed Google a piece of cereal. The dog munched on it happily, relishing in the favoritism that his master lavished on him over Nixon.
Sadly, all boxes of cereal have a bottom, and Lucky had finally reached it. Sighing, he went and placed the box in the compost bin next to his house. Recycling was very important to Lucky; almost as important as being able to read and do basic arithmetic, but not quite.
Wandering down the little path from his house, he stopped at the sidewalk and stretched. Nixon and Google followed at his heels, treading carefully as not to be stepped on.
"Mreeeeeeeoooow?" Nixon inquired, looking up at Lucky when he finished stretching.
"Up?" Lucky asked back. He was getting better at understanding cats, because Nixon jumped into his arms. Google's turn to be jealous. The odd trio made their way down the sidewalk, looking at all the homes. Apparently there was a werewolf on the loose here, though it was more likely to be a giant wolf, or a pack of them, for that matter. Werewolves just did not exist. Or so Lucky believed, but who was he to say what was and what wasn't? He stroked his cat's warm fur and continued his walk down the street, Google's collar jingling and waking the neighborhood as he wiggled along behind.

They decided to go to the grocery store.

[princess pudding]

Hannah yawned, opening her eyes. She slid out of bed, picking up her yorkshire terrier Bear and setting him on the ground. He yapped happily, trotting at her feet looking up at her with shining brown eyes. She smiled, then went into the small kitchen to fix breakfast.

[~**~Repo Girl~**~]

Shilo wakes up to the sound of Cresent meowing for breakfeast.Shilo slowly gets up and walks over to Cresent and scratches her ear and fixes her some cat food.Shilo then fixes her own breakfeast and changes into some reglur day clothes.She then walks outside and yawns blows some of the hair out of her face.She then sees Lucky and his pets and watches them.Cresent walks over to her owner and purrs.

[Chasing Dreams]

Bill walked threw the down, with a depressed look on his face. A burn mark on his hand and a scar on his eye. He grumbled under his breath looking over at Bear.