{"id":55,"date":"2019-03-28T21:00:30","date_gmt":"2019-03-28T21:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/?p=55"},"modified":"2019-03-28T21:00:30","modified_gmt":"2019-03-28T21:00:30","slug":"ink-slingers-pt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/2019\/03\/28\/ink-slingers-pt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ink Slingers Pt 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-41 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/files\/2019\/02\/Cover-image-212x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"212\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/files\/2019\/02\/Cover-image-212x300.jpg 212w, https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/files\/2019\/02\/Cover-image-768x1086.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/files\/2019\/02\/Cover-image-724x1024.jpg 724w, https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/questproject\/files\/2019\/02\/Cover-image.jpg 1240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is the second story from our anthology of Quest stories written by students at Chatham Grammar School for Girls.<\/p>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 9\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<h3><strong>Cats Vs Dogs!<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>By Victoria<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cI WANT THAT ONE!\u201d A girl screamed across the pet shop.<br \/>\n\u201cNo honey, I don\u2019t think we can afford a lion, or do you mean the picture?\u201d Her motherreplied to her ear piercing screech.<br \/>\n\u201chmph&#8230;.\u201d She answered back. Her mum stepped back and watched some goldfish swimming in their round small fish tank.<br \/>\n\u201cI WANT THIS RABBIT!\u201d Another extremely loud scream crossed the store. Many peoplelooked back at the girl in confusion and anger.<br \/>\n\u201cElizabeth, sweetie&#8230; That\u2019s a dog\u201d Elizabeth\u2019s mum told her with an awkward laugh.<br \/>\n\u201cTHEN I WANT THIS BOG THING!\u201d She\u2019d shout once more.<br \/>\n\u201cAs long as it\u2019s not a lion or a big animal then fine, and it\u2019s a dog not a bog\u201d Her mum agreedto her. They went to the cashier and asked for that young puppy Elizabeth asked for. After purchasing they headed home.<\/p>\n<p>After arriving at their house which Elizabeth called \u2018mansion\u2019 she\u2019d just rush to her room andforget about the poor newborn left downstairs by the doorstep. She really only cared abouther phone and her \u2018fake\u2019 boyfriend. This happened every day, the puppy got ignored everyday and left in a pool of sadness and loneliness. And that\u2019s how my story started&#8230;..<\/p>\n<p>I was treated very badly every day, I even got punished for \u2018sitting\u2019, and all I hear is: \u201cBELLA! BELLA! BELLA HOW DARE YOU!\u201d<br \/>\nLife was just hard for me, it got worse and worse \u2018til I gave up and wanted to escape&#8230; It wasone sunny day when they let me out into the back garden because they were fed up with me when I knew this was my chance. I hoped over the small fence and ran for my life, hoping they would forget about me and not bother checking where I am. I was still close to myhouse but I was still small then, I couldn\u2019t run fast with my little legs! After running for quite a while, I crashed into some bushes. I was really tired, I couldn\u2019t be bothered to get up so I justdecided to have a little \u2018snooze\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>*car door opens*<br \/>\n\u201cHey Jack, I saw something at the front of the bushes, can you go check please?\u201d Anunfamiliar voice was heard across the small field \u2013 front garden.<br \/>\n\u201cSure&#8230;.\u201d A slightly deeper voice replied. There was some satisfying crunches in the grassthat I heard getting closer to me every second&#8230; I couldn\u2019t be bothered to move so I just laidthere hoping to not be noticed in the bush. The crunches got closer and closer making me feel more nervous every time I heard it once more. My heart was pounding but then&#8230;. I felt something warm&#8230;. Something took grip of me and picked me up.<br \/>\n\u201cHello little fellow&#8230;.\u201d A deep voice whispered into my ear. I felt a little pain on my stomach and couldn\u2019t hold it in so I let out a slight whimper.<br \/>\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry&#8230;. It\u2019s ok&#8230; I won\u2019t hurt you little one&#8230;\u201d He softly spoke to my ear again&#8230; I calmed down but still didn\u2019t know what was going on and where was I? I wasn\u2019t used tosome stranger talking to me in such a soft way, normally I only heard shouting and screaming.<br \/>\nHe took me inside and wrapped me into a fluffy warm blanket then took me into some placealso known as \u2018kitchen\u2019 I didn\u2019t know what that meant but it really did smell good in there. It smelt something like tuna, I loved it&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 10\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cHey mum! I found a puppy by the bushes.\u201d He said to a strange woman who was holding something very special&#8230;.tuna~~.<br \/>\n\u201cA puppy? OH MY GOSH!\u201d There was fear on her face, but that didn\u2019t matter to me&#8230;.I only wanted the tuna. She came up to me and picked me up from his hands&#8230;. It felt different, Ididn\u2019t like it, just felt cold in her hands&#8230;. She should really wear some hoodies to warm herhands next time when she picks me up!<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you okay little one?\u201d She spoke to me in another soft and calming voice, I didn\u2019t understand&#8230; why is everyone calling me \u2018little one\u2019 I am clearly a big wolf about to eat them! That\u2019s if I had the energy to reach that tuna&#8230;<br \/>\nShe took me up these weird brick things that curved round up to another floor thing, it looked like there was another WORLD! I knew some rooms, so I realized that she took me to the free drink room (Bathroom- yes I did realise that\u2019s how it is called after some years\u2019 time, but let\u2019s continue the story!) there was a massive drink machine that she put me into. I didn\u2019texpect myself to actually be in one as I didn\u2019t like having water all over my beautiful silky fur!She turned on the water, again it was warm, and luckily it was better than her hands!Personally I didn\u2019t like what she was doing to me&#8230; she was scratching me with a weird pinkspongy floof bad and some flower smelling soap. I was trying to jump out of that sink and getaway from there forever but she was STILL grabbing me and putting me back in, I didn\u2019teven smell bad in the first place, I smelt like some dirt and I was proud! I stood there not even bothering to get out anymore because I knew she would drag me back into the sink ofdeath, but one thing caught my eye&#8230;&#8230; he was just standing there, LAUGHING AT ME!<\/p>\n<p>Sometime after, they finished torturing me&#8230;. He took me back into his arms and took me to a blue room. I laid down onto a black blanket and slept hoping to not be interrupted but then,I felt another touch on my back. It felt nice, I didn\u2019t feel this in ages after I left the pet shop.He itched my back really conformably. I turned over into my casual pose that I use when I want someone to itch me and I was on my back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; This is the second story from our anthology of Quest stories written by students at Chatham Grammar School for Girls. Cats Vs Dogs! 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