its a long shot, but we can make it (Rosie)

Selene Metzal-

I stare at the bags in my hands. A few chocolate donuts for my owner and some powdered for the rodents in the house. I make my way down the street, and without anybody at my side it feels good. Nobody to hold me back. Once my feet start to hurt, I try to spot a place to sit down. Suddenly I feel a little kid push me down to the ground. They run around and I realize that I feel weaker then usually. At that moment my stomach starts to growl, and I realize I haven't taken my daily injections yet.

Quickly I look around faster for a place to sit down, but instead I don't other then the curb. I get up off of the ground from which, I now have recieved a scratch on my knees. I blow it off as nothing, and find the best possible spot to sit down. I spot a girl also sitting on the curb too, fairly close too. I keep my head low so she doesn't freak out. At first I watch other people going by. Most of them joyful and happy, but me on the other hand. I've been worked to the bone lately by my owner and her family. This is the first time in weeks that I've gotten out and away from them. Silently I try to think of my old master, Ella. Absent mindedly I stare at the ground.

(Dx Sorry I didn't leave you much to work with Molly. I was at a lost of muse)

Down the street I walk: and honestly there isnt enough hustle and bustle for me. Theres two girls on the street, leaning against a nail salon, drinking an orange juice, a thin man eating a sandwich and two teenage girls, probably my age, walking into a primping parlor across the street. I follow them, to only hear a voice call my name. "GARDENIA RINAD!"