Original Series, TJOG:
Book 1)) The Journal of Ginger
Book 2)) TJOG: A New Hero Rises
Book 3)) TJOG: Vanishing Heroes
Book 4)) TJOG: Stuck in a Snow Prison
Book 5)) TJOG: The First War
Book 1)) The Journal of Ginger
Book 2)) TJOG: A New Hero Rises
Book 3)) TJOG: Vanishing Heroes
Book 4)) TJOG: Stuck in a Snow Prison
Book 5)) TJOG: The First War
Ok. Yes, I'll admit it. I'm not who I used to be. I've grown shy, and entered back into my shell. That is, until I met my friends. But, y'all know who they are!! But anyway. You think you know me. The silent, shy, friendly dog. Never abused or anything.
Please. I wish that was all true. Well, let me just explain it from here. Just be careful - this is my story. It's a dangerous one, too, full of my 'friend's' betrayals. Now, let me start on one dark night.
Please. I wish that was all true. Well, let me just explain it from here. Just be careful - this is my story. It's a dangerous one, too, full of my 'friend's' betrayals. Now, let me start on one dark night.
YE-OW!! I suddenly shouted. I held my paw up right up close to my eye. I removed my paw, ever-so-slowly. I stumbled back, and started at my paw again. I stared at the blood on the thing dangling in front of me. It was a whip.
This is my dad:
And this is me:
Stop trying to run away, he growled, and then walked off.
I'm afraid to say this, but that's the way it's been since my mom died, last year. Dad said it's MY fault that she died. But it wasn't. Oh. And I also look INCIDENTAL to my mom. Well, almost. She had black bangs, that she had never ever cut. So far, I'm doing the same. But... Well, when I get older, I'm gonna dye mine black. I want to hold onto every resemblance of her that I can.
No, I growled softly to myself. I glanced around my room. I sighed, tearing my blanket off my shoulders. I held my paw harder against my cut, and the bleeding stopped after I swapped hands like, twenty-million times.
I packed everything I'd need - all my spare food I hid in my room, and some toys. I froze, suddenly grinning. My mom used to own this seriously amazing necklace. I carefully wrapped all my stuff up, and slipped it onto a long stick, and placed it under my bed. I slipped silently into the hallway, and glanced around. Nothing. I slowly walked into Mom's old room, and froze, right next to her door, in prayer that Dad wouldn't see me. No sign of life. I sighed in relief, then turned around, and ran to Mom's old jewelery box, and grabbed the necklace. It was a pale, off-white white chain that ended up bigger at the end, and it had a fake (but actually real) pale yellow gem inside it. And then, the final piece - a tiny string with a small bead at the end. I sighed in relief, and put it around my neck. But when I did, it changed into a plain, black string and orange bead. I ran to my bedroom as silent as I could, and then took it off. It turned back to normal.
I laughed in soft relief. Ever-so-gently, I placed it inside my blanket, and then shoved my stick under my bed. In the morning, Dad would send me out the back to get the mail. I would then bring my bundle with me, and then run away in the fading night. I was brilliant!
Goodbye, world, I whispered softly, and then fell asleep.
