The school bus drops me off in front of my blue, one story, boring house.
The last day of seventh grade. This is going to be a very long summer break.
My house is plain, as I said it's a faded blue, with a small porch jutting out from it. A gravel driveway leads passed the side of the house. We live about 15 minutes away from town, in the country side, so no other houses surround us for about half a mile.
I walk up the driveway...very slowly. I don't have to be anywhere, so why not take my time? I drag my feet behind me, and my too-big ripped up blue jeans catch under my feet every time I walk. It's very annoying, so I stuff them inside my brown, worn down boots. My gray book bag is slung over my shoulder and my sandy-blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. I guess that's why I was given the name Sandy, because of my hair.
I continue to walk. My driveway really isn't that long, maybe about 40 feet or so, but it seems like it takes me forever! Annoyed, I pick up the pace.
I see something brown run past me out of the corner of my eye so I turn around. There's a large, brown dog hiding behind the two black trash cans at the end of my driveway.
He peeks out from behind them. He tilts his head to one side, and looks at me curiously.
He's a cute little thing, well, big thing. I want to find out if he will come to me so I call to him.
"Come here boy," Well, at least he looks like a boy "Come here!"
I pat my hands on my thighs. He inches closer.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."
As if he understood me, he wiggles his whole body and leaps forward. He trots over to me and puts his nose in my hand.
"Wow, you're a really smart dog. What's your name anyway?" I grasp his collar and look at it. It's navy blue with gray wording. I barely make out what it says. "Briscoe?"
He looks up at me.
"Briscoe. Hmmm. That's a cool name."
"He sticks his paw out as if he wants me to shake it.
"Nice to meet you to Briscoe. My name's Sandy."
He keeps on sticking his paw out towards me.
"Yah, I know, we've already met."
He finally hits my leg with it.
"What do you want dog?"
He barks at me then sticks out his paw again.
I take his hand in mine. Right when I'm about to let it go, I notice a large thorn sticking out of the top.
"Whoa. Are you hurt?"
He barks at me again as if to say yes.
"Well, Taylor shouldn't be home for another 3 hours. I guess I could take you inside and wait till she gets home, you know, to see if she could help."
He wiggles his whole body again.
I begin to laugh as I walk back up the driveway. He limps behind me.
Maybe this summer won't be boring, I just might have a friend to hang out with.
Briscoe barks as if he was reading my mind.
"A really smart friend," I say through giggles.