Lucid and vague

The world is my playground, and the happy try to step on me because they care less about others. Its true that the pain can merely disappear without you even knowing it, once you started to laugh and once you've completely been pre-occupied by a simple donut that you cant resist eating. That's how the world evolves and that's how I'm going to start this. this unexplainable type of literature.

I was on my way to school one day when I saw this dog, a pup if you may, and it looked really innocent, so helpless, and so tame. Smiling, I wanted to step out of the car and ask the owner if I could have it, but my grandfather detested to such nonsense and said, "You're a grown kid now, you have no time for a dog anymore," I sighed, the feeling of loss overcame my somewhat numb heart and completely turned into alabaster. Yes, I could achieve what I wanted and by my own means if necessary, but this was going to be a hard task. Why hard you ask? Well I could just buy a dog. but the characteristic, the shape, the love. it'll be just all too different when I "just buy" a dog. After a few blocks from where the dog was, I thought of myself as a very silly, childish, brat who compares herself to an island. A secluded island, untamed by man, and undetectable by any sonar or radar is more likely to describe me, but that's how my mentors depict me. Enough about that crap back to the puppy account. So the next few days of passing there, the puppy was in a cage now, it looked really miserable, miserable enough to think that a free animal was inside a cage, trapped and oppressed by society or just the dominance of a human to an animal or plant. I wanted to go out of the car and break the cage to take the bitch away, but all I can see was the blurred scene as the car sped off, away from the house.

After a month of witnessing this ordeal, I said to myself, 'I'm walking to school today, so why not ask how the puppy was,' so I did muster up the courage. As soon as I got there I saw the owner out on his garage with a book in hand, I wanted to back out but remembered my great care for the animal. Blood was pumping up my cheeks as I tapped the young mans shoulder and said, 'Hi, I was wondering, how's your puppy, I mean its so cute and cuddly." I trailed off, and took a peek, great no puppy. I saw the boy smile and said, 'C'mon, the dogs dead, cant you see," he points at the cage, "no mutt," disappointment asked me out again and I just had to say no. "Okay, what happened then," I asked, I felt stupid but I had to ask, "How did it. you know die," I exhaled, happy that I said something. "Dad had put it to sleep cause she had this disease where . but its not what you think it is. he doesn't want the dog to suffer," the boy smiled as if it was nothing, I had no right to argue with them right, its their dog anyhoo. "Thanks anyways," I said putting on a fake smile, "Hey, may I know your name," the boy said, having no right mind I just said, "Its Allison," and he replied with his, "David."

It was stupid, I know, but this just goes to show that the more you cage an animal the more it will want to get free. The puppy is merely a metaphor of myself. The one who wants to break free and show her true self not what they want her to be, but I guess I'll probably end up like the puppy. with a date this Saturday night, yuck!

Authors notes: Sorry if this story is so low, it's just experimental and did it during math class. Please pardon me for writing this I am currently experimenting on things. :lol: Well be well readers, I hope you enjoy.