GENRE: YA Fantasy
“Dargo, you’re the only one who has the courtesy to stick around. That’s so sad.” Kathryn rubbed the Doberman’s ears as he leaned against her leg. Dargo flopped down on the hardwood floor with a sigh next to her chair. As she scribbled the solution to the last math problem, she heard a crash from outside.
Dargo scrambled to his feet with a low whine. Kathryn tripped over her backpack as she scrambled from her chair. “Stupid kids!” She rose to her feet, clenching her teeth as searched for a flashlight amid the clutter of the drawer. The light in front of the garage had burned out months ago and she was sure her father wouldn’t replace it for at least a year.
The little juvenile delinquents were probably spray painting her car and all she could find was a screwdriver and AA batteries! She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the flashlight sitting on the counter above the drawer. Dargo stopped whining as he backed away from the door to the garage. With the sound of breaking glass just outside the door, he bolted from the kitchen toward the living room.
“My hero.” Kathryn shook her head and slammed the drawer shut. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” She froze for a moment with the flashlight in hand, then grabbed the cordless phone from the counter. Dialing 911, she walked over to shine the flashlight out into the garage.
“911. What is your emergency?”
The garage was gone.