"Run!" V cried as we ran down the street.
I sprinted past her. "What the heck do you think I'm doing?!" I screamed.
We ran blindly down my street, the only light was the moon and the street lights that streamed down. We weren't even on the sidewalk- we were in the middle of the asphalt, running up hill to my house. I managed to look back and saw the Stupid Little Black Dog still chasing. V was suddenly in front of me, a burst of energy propelling her further. I struggled to catch up. I couldn't believe the dog was still following us! And who lets their damn chiuaua out in the front yard at midnight?!
It was V's fault. We were playing catch out in the street in front of my house (we always play catch at random times during the night when she spends the night) and she threw a really bad ball that rolled all the way the hill and we had to follow. Now the Stupid Little Black Dog who lives down there was chasing us, barking like a maniac. Again.
Finally, I heard V yell and looked up. My house loomed into view. I gave out a triumphant yelp and we continued running and screaming, the dog on our heels. I jumped ahead of V and led the way to our big blue truck, leaping into the back bed in record time. V was right behind me. We were so scared we scrambled onto the roof of the car and sat there, panting, cursing, and watching Stupid Little Black Dog cautiously as he hopped around the car barking.
Finally, he gave us one more fierce bark, and turned to trot home. We sat there, still panting, and looked at each other. Then I began to laugh. We began laughing and laughing crazily until we were crying. Finally we calmed down.
"We were running from a chiuaua," I remarked, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Yes, but not just any chiuaua. Stupid Little Black Dog," she replied.
I smiled. "Nice start to spring break, eh?"
She laughed. "Best start to spring break ever."
Two weeks. Let's see how the rest goes :)
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