RedNovelChapter 98 She didn't realize what had happened until the next morning when Wilma mentioned it over breakfast.
"That dog stayed outside all night?" Citrine asked in disbelief.
Wilma nodded. "Yeah, just sat there under that old tree. Didn't even bark." After finishing her meal, Citrine stuffed sjerky into her pocket and headed outside.
Sure enough, the black dog was still sitting by the front door. As soon as it saw her, its tail started wagging furiously.
Citrine had never liked dogs, and her last encounter with this one-when it jumped on her had left her with more than a few scars, both physical and mental.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe bent down, grabbed a smooth stone from the garden, and tossed it at the dog, trying to look as fierce as possible. "Go away!" The stone hit the dog, but it didn't budge an inch.
Realizing that chasing it off with rocks was pointless, Citrine slowly edged closer, eyes fixed on its every move. When she was about six feet away, she pulled a piece of beef jerky from her pocket and tossed it to the dog. The black dog leapt forward and snatched the treat right out of the air.
Watching it tear into the jerky with its jaws, Citrine couldn't help but take a few steps back, unsettled by the feral look in its eyes.
"If you've eaten my food, you'd better not hang around my house," she muttered under her breath.
Then she threw another piece of jerky farther down the driveway. Once the dog finished chewing, it trotted after the next treat.
Seeing this worked, Citrine kept throwing jerky farther and farther, until the dog finally disappeared from sight. Only then did she head back inside.
She thought that was the end of it. But the next morning, on her way to school, Citrine noticed the black dog trailing behind her. Somehow, it even managed to sneak onto campus-she still had no idea how it got past the gates.
All day, no matter where she went, the dog followed. Everyone just assumed it was hers; no matter how many times she tried to explain otherwise, nobody believed her.
By the last period-PE class the gym teacher pulled her aside.
"Citrine, I need you to take your dog home. There are a lot of students out here, and if it bites someone, you'll be responsible," he said kindly but firmly.
"Sir, this isn't my dog." Citrine had lost count of how many times she'd had to say that. She sighed in exasperation.
The teacher didn't look convinced. "If it's not yours, why does it keep following you?" Citrine gave up trying to explain. What was the point? Still, the dog was only here because of her. She finally relented. "Okay, I'll take him away right now." Approaching cautiously, she inched closer to the black dog.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm going to put your leash on, so please, don't bite me," she murmured.
The dog barked twice.
"I'll take that as a yes," Citrine said, summoning her courage as she reached out to pat its head.
The dog barked again and rubbed against her hand, making Citrine jerk her arm back in alarm.
But she could feel it wasn't hostile-finally, she relaxed a little. She picked up the leash dangling from el the dog's collar and held it tight, even as she kept a wary eye on its every move, ready to jump away if it so much as twitched. Citrine led the dog out of the school gates.
She stopped by a corner store, bought a sausage, and found a quiet peeled open bench. Sitting down she the package and fed the sausage to the black dog. "Sit," she said, motioning downward with her hand.
To her surprise, the dog immediately sat, wagging its tail as it ha@been el waiting for the command all along.
Citrine hadn't expected the dog to be so obedient. She couldn't help but be a little impressed.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
