A smile formed on the boy’s face, as he stared down at me, and just when he was about to agree to take me home, Chance let out a growl that sounded like the low growl I had heard after school during the commotion with his brother. The smile that had formed on the boy’s face quickly dissipated and in its place was the look of fear, as his eyes moved from mine to Chance’s.
“Sorry, I can’t give you a ride home.” Is all the boy said, before he took off, not giving me a second look.
Letting out my own version of a growl, I turned back to look at Chance, who was just standing there staring at me, as his chest heaved as if he had just run a marathon. Pointing my finger at him, I poked him in the chest, before I began to say to him, “Listen, you might be top dog here, and everyone here is afrai
