Violet
I stood before the enormous school gates, eyes lifted to the towering building beyond. Students in uniforms moved past me, their heads turning, whispering as they walked by.
I didn’t blame them.
I probably looked like a lost street performer with a dog.
My hair was a mess, I didn't have the time to brush it this morning. The baggy shirt I wore hung too long on my arms. And Tiger, my beautiful, oversized dog, sat beside me with his tongue out, mimicking my every movement like a child copying their mother.
I licked the strawberry ice cream in my hand and tilted my head.
Tiger tilted his head and mimicked the motion.
I smiled down at him and patted his head gently. “I’m sorry, Tiger,” I muttered. “You’ve got a weird-looking master taking care of you.”
Tiger barked once, excite
