It was Friday afternoon, the end of a long school
week. When the dismissal bell rang, I bolted out of my classroom and ran
outside into a warm spring breeze and vivid blue sky. Robins entertained
me with their chirping, while yellow daisies smelled like berries but
tasted like ice cream in the air. I felt relaxed and happy.
But my smile went away when my friend and I spotted a pit bull injured
on the ground. It was a female, and it looked like it was about six
months old. It wasn’t that big, and it was chubby and cute. It had grey
fur and had a light shade of grey skin, and big blue eyes. Ily, my
friend, said, “This puppy is beaten up. We should help it.”
I agreed with her and I picked the puppy up and rushed home to help it.
We finally made it home, and Ily came with me because she wanted to help
with this problem. The puppy wasn’t moving much, which scared me. I
hoped it wouldn’t die. It was bleeding, but Ily bandaged the puppy up
and to see if the bleeding would stop anytime soon.
I covered the puppy up with a blanket, so we could go to the nearest
vet. There was one close to my home. They took her to get healed until I
remembered that my parents wouldn’t like what I was doing right now.
After a while, the vet did heal her. It cost almost about three hundred
dollars, but I was able to pay from my life savings. Ily and I finally
were able to see the puppy. It was really happy, and it looked as if it
was smiling at me.
Its tail was wagging, it was running around. I was able to touch it and
some of its fur was shaved off, but it was still as cute as ever. Some
of its fur was still on her, and that fur felt as if you were touching a
I was glad that the puppy was healed, But when we were walking home, I
was thinking, “Who would actually want the puppy?” I wanted the puppy
but remembered that I had two older ones of my own. Suddenly, out of
nowhere, Ily jumped right in front of me and said, “Why don’t I keep the
I didn’t want her to keep the puppy, but I didn’t really know why. We
started arguing with each other, and we just walked away. But I had to
think. Let Ily have the puppy, or give the puppy to a shelter? I decided
that I should let Ily have the puppy.
No matter how much I didn’t want to, I thought it would be a good thing
to do. I knocked on Ily’s big brown front door, and we both apologized
for arguing with each other. I gave her the puppy and a smile appeared
on both of our faces.
She named it Lilly, and also said I would be able to come over anytime
to see the puppy. Nowadays I visit Ily and Lilly almost every day. And
if Ily can’t take care of her or is on a trip, she lets me take care of
Lilly. Lilly is now a healthy puppy and has got a good home.