A Boy and His Dog [Training and Plot]

There was a little boy. He played in the sandbox alone. No one else joined him because everyone was having much more fun on the swings and monkey bars. Even his crush, Penny, would rather play with that no-good dirt-eater Ike. The little boy, Thomas, glanced over at Penny on the swing and Ike pushing her higher and higher. Unable to watch for longer than five seconds, he returned his attentions toward the sand castle he was building. He had already filled the bucket with sand, and placed it upside down, but taking the bucket away was the part he consistently failed on. Sometimes he would try to do it as fast as possible, and sometimes he'd wait for half an hour with the bucket like this, just hoping that just once he could keep the sand tower from crumbling immediately afterward. It had only been five minutes, so Thomas was worried. He would hold his breath, grasping the bucket with both hands, and then swiftly pull it up and observe the results... of his castle once again failing. Thomas sighed, once again unable to grasp how others had been able to do it on the beach. He shook his head and blinked away his discontent. This was the story of his life—he always lost while others kept on winning. And it was unfair, because Tommy was a nice kid, raised right and a very bright kid in school. He was only in Second Grade, age 7 though. Penny was 7 too. Ike was 9 though, and Penny must have liked how much taller he was than him.

'Whatever, I don't care' thought Thomas, as he picked his bucket up by the handle and stood up, wishing to get away from this place. Penny wouldn't even notice, too engrossed was she in Ike's strong arms on her back. His home was only a couple blocks away, so that his mother didn't have to supervise him. She was able to go to the store while her son was away, but she wouldn't be expecting him to come home so soon, meaning it was home alone for him. As he came closer and closer to his house, he began to hear an incessant barking, though he couldn't pin down the source of it until he was three houses down from his own place of living. The barking seemed to be coming from the backyard of his house, and they didn't have a dog! Confused yet anxious, Thomas transitioned from a walk into a sprint for his front door, practically crashing through it as he banged his side into it and opened the doorknob at the same time. Through the reception room, the living room, and then the kitchen, he made it to the back glass sliding door that opened up into backyard. At first glance from just looking through the glass, the backyard was as plain as ever with its generic flat grass field, but he'd pop his head out to make sure. Yes, the barking was still going on, and was annoyingly loud, but Thomas couldn't see a dog. He looked at the furthest gate from him, and realized that the sound was originating from the house behind his own.

Looks like the Acostas got a new dog and it was probably going to bark all day and all night to keep him up. Flustered, Thomas would yell toward the barking dog, "Shut up you damn mutt!" He used a word he heard Ike say when he got angry; it seemed appropriate. And it did work, as the barking stopped almost immediately. Thomas was about to close the glass door then, right up until he caught feminine fingers grasping the top of the fence that separated his backyard from the Acosta's backyard. Oh god, Mrs. Acosta heard me! He slid the door shut just in time to see a female teen's body pulling itself over the gate with surprising strength, and landing on all fours in his backyard. That... wasn't Mrs. Acosta, and in fact Thomas didn't recognize the young woman, which is the only reason he didn't hide. This female didn't get up from all fours, but instead started to charge up toward the glass door like an animal. Thomas took a step back, afraid of what was about to happen, but just then he heard the smack of the girl's face plastering itself against the glass as if she didn't see it coming. She yelped and took several dog-like steps backwards with an expression that explained that she had no idea what had just happened.

That's when she took in a large breath.

And Tommy couldn't figure out what happened after that. There was pain; so much pain that it was nearly all eh could concentrate on. His hands went to his ears where all the pain was originating from, but it didn't help one bit. He couldn't see anymore, and he could feel his legs crumple to their knees... there was a shattering sound... and then most of the pain stopped. Thomas' vision was still in disarray, clearing up very gradually. He felt a warm liquid in between his fingers where he was grasping his ears. His head still throbbed and stung, and it sounded like he was underwater. The boy was so confused, as he felt a pound on his chest and felt his back hit the floor. There was humid sensation on his face, but what it was he had no clue. Like this he stayed still, for several minutes, until he regained himself. Until then, he took a nap.

When young Thomas became conscious once more, he was back to his normal self. The thing was, he knew he was still lying down, and something on top of his stomach was weighing him down, like, really weighing him down. And there was something wet being constantly dragged up the side of his cheek. He opened his eyes to see the flawless face of the young female teen right in front of his, and her tongue lapping at his cheek. Thomas was shocked, and stirred quite suddenly, causing the teen to stop and draw away. She was sitting on his stomach (very heavy), and looking straight into his eyes with an ecstatic energy. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and she was actually panting like a dog. Thomas felt heat rise in his cheeks, and couldn't help but stare at her for sometime... he couldn't think of Penny when looking at her. But eventually his eyes had to draw away down to the female teen's neck, where a collar with a dog tag was found. Intrigued, his right hand slowly moved from his ear toward her neck, and her eyes followed it intently. Thomas saw blood on his hands, but ignored it for the time being as he adjusted the dog tag toward him to see the emblazoned silver name "SONAS".

Sonas barked, and it sounded exactly like a dog barking just then. What was this? Thomas still had a child's imagination with him, so it wasn't too far-fetched for him to go directly to the theory that this was a dog in a girl's body. Making an 'o' with his mouth, Thomas would come to this realization as his fingers slipped away from the collar. Sonas would lower her head and catch his hand with it, suggesting that he pet her. Blushing an even deeper shade of red, Thomas complied and stroked the top of her head, threading his fingers through her light brown hair. His hands came across sudden bumps, confusing Thomas once more, and he explored the furry bump with his hands. Surprisingly, it reacted, as two triangular animal ears popped up from Sonas' hair. Oh wow, Thomas was right! He had found a dog-girl hybrid! "Sonas," he said weakly, not because he was overly shocked, but because he now realized he was out of breath from Sonas on his stomach. She nodded back to Thomas, and then seemed to read his mind as she padded off of him and started to circle him. Thomas would slowly sit up, looking at Sonas whenever he could.

He wondered for a brief moment if he could keep her, but was instantly downtrodden when he imagined his mother's reaction to this. And the glass door! It was shattered, to pieces, right in front of him. Slack-jawed, he questioned how he was ever going to get out of this one. Whether or not her mother knew of Sonas, there was no way he could hide this destroyed door from her. The situation grew worse when Thomas looked toward one of the kitchen windows, seeing them too having shattered into hundreds of shards. Okay so, in a way this was fantastical for Thomas, but at the same time an impending nightmare. Then Thomas took a look through his past, recalling all he could. His father dying was the first memory he brought up, after which his mother became a depressed woman, hardly paying attention to him except when she was angry. And he lost his best friend Penny to that jerk Ike. Thomas, and his inexperienced and immature mind, actually considered running away. That way he wouldn't have to face his mother, and he could keep Sonas with him too. The only problem Thomas could see is getting food... but that's what Soup Kitchens were for weren't they?

With a suddenly determined huff, the little boy would get up and place his bucket on the kitchen counter, not planning to take it with him. He felt the girl's face bump in hip, and he looked down to see Sonas looking at him with a tilted head, obviously curious. "Come on Sonas, we're going to leave, just you and me, okay?" She gave no indication that she understood, but when Thomas strode to his room to go get his backpack, take out all the stupid school stuff he already knew, and take with him all the important stuff... Sonas followed close behind on all fours. He made sure to get an extra backpack from the closet, and pack that one with all sorts of food and drink from the refrigerator. He left the house at six in the afternoon, all packed up and holding a leash; needless to say the leash was for Sonas, who gladly went along with it. His mom's car was no where in sight, and neither was anyone really. Waiting for a couple seconds just to make sure, he took off away from his home, with Sonas keeping up from behind. He made sure to go in teh opposite direction of the park, toward where he knew the closest soup kitchen was. After finding that, he'd find a place to call his new home, and make a new life for himself and his new friend, Sonas.

[Exit]


Word Count: 1840 || 1620