The old family minivan slowly crawled across the dusty desert. I shielded my eyes from the hot sun. "Are we there yet?" I asked Mum. "Almost," She replied. "Only 300 miles to go!" I groaned. Even my big sister was getting hot and annoyed. I looked out the window, staring at all the tumbleweeds and cacti. A gray shape caught my eye. I looked. Luska??! I wiped my eyes with my hands. Still there. It was Luska, all right. He was grinning merrily at me. I looked at his neck, and saw the deep gash inflicted by the other dog's claws. I gasped. It was impossible! We'd buried him in our back yard at our old home!I wiped my eyes again. Luska was gone. "I saw Luska!" I told Mum loudly. "Impossible, Violet Amber Smythe." She only said my full name if I was in trouble, or she thought I was loco. I went for loco. "But it's true!" "Luska's gone, we buried him, remember? And after all, he couldn't have survived and dug himself out, and, good heavens, chased us the last 500 miles!" I shook my head. I had definitely seen him. 'If you say so."
Years went past, and I never forgot what I had seen on the drive to our new home. Mum had probably thought I forgot. But I never did, and even when I started getting older and older, I still believed I saw him. XOXO to you, Luska.
Years went past, and I never forgot what I had seen on the drive to our new home. Mum had probably thought I forgot. But I never did, and even when I started getting older and older, I still believed I saw him. XOXO to you, Luska.
This may be hard to believe, but I made up that story, it's fake. (Although I wish it were real, minus Luska dying >.>
) I love writing, so I made a story in my head while colouring this in.P.S.: The red stripe is not a collar, it's blood.
