Call Yourself a Mate - Original Writing
Have you ever had that feeling that you are being followed? But you
turn around and there's no one there. Sadly this wasn't the case for
me!
It was late evening, muggy, dull, dim, light and an eerie quiet
atmosphere. We'd had a football match that night which I'd forgotten
about until my manager phoned me up to check I was playing and to
arrange to give me a lift as my mum was still at work. I played quite
well, considering I was tired and hadn't been prepared to play. The
kick off was at 5:45 so by the time I'd finished and warmed down it
was around quarter past 8. I don't really enjoy walking home in the
winter as my route is through deep woodlands. All my friends made fun
of me and called me a right puffter, so I was eager to prove them
wrong and set off at a brisk pace. I expected it would take me about
half an hour because I usually got a lift and it takes about 10
minutes in the car. In my rush to get ready for the match I forgot my
mobile phone - a mistake that was going to come back and haunt me
later.
I was nervous and cautious about muggers and stalkers as I remembered
an occasion when I was seven years old when my mum and I were followed
on a similar night. My memories of my mum feeling very frightened,
telling me to speed up, but at the same time reassuring me that
everything would be ok has stayed with me ever since. I will never
forget it though I've never asked my mum about it since, despite the
fact that she is very uneasy talking about people being followed or
attacked.
I had been walking for about ten minutes and there was now a chill in
the air, my misty brea...
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... of 200 metres away, lights,
people, cars SANCTUARY. and it was a t junction I recognised it sort
of but not completely because of the poor light, the dog was extremely
well behaved I decided to call him Goldie because he had a golden
coat. I Started to sprint as the fast as I could, but as I speeded up
the steps were did and seemed to get closer, I daren't turn around. I
could see it! My house MY HOUSE thank god I ran and leaped over my
gate, the dog followed. I was just had about to shut my door and then
I heard Steve's voice bellow 'I enjoyed the run see ya tomorrow!' When
I see him tomorrow I'm gunna kill him!
I now had a new dog, I decided to call him Goldie as he had a golden
coloured coat, I managed to convince my mum to keep him after extreme
begging.
"Goldie was a real mate, unlike Steve"
The end
Saturday morning, I had little hope. I set my gym bag down next to the
about it till then. When I got to work the following morning I had the
up the steps and entered the house. A combination of horror and amazement swept over
I must have been a very little girl, probably about four years old. The memory is somewhat fuzzy, but I do remember that I had been naughty and that I had been made to stand in the corner of our dining room as a result. I think I was being punished for my antics at the dinner table. While I stood there feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I could hear the rest of my family in the other room talking and laughing. This only made me feel even more sad and alone than before. I began to feel neglected and I decided that my mother had forgotten about me.
couldn't get out of the house I tried my best to stay in my room and keep the
kind of got lost. We got to the show at around seven thirty. While we were in
Although they weren't sure what was going on they humored me and continued to try to
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
sat down on one of the hot seats in the bus. My mum, who looked as if
The sweat began to pour from my body, while my heart raced to pump blood at an accelerated rate. The chase was on.
Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt, who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly knew he was the dog for me. I named him Charlie, and from that point on our master/dog relationship began. At the time I lived in a small two bedroom house with a fenced yard near Wanamaker Road.
see ten metres in any direction but I knew that I had to venture on to
and I could see it in the crack in the door. There were more chains,
?Check the garage,? was all my mom replied. As soon as she said this, I knew that my beloved dog was gone.