I'll Be Rich and Beautiful Someday

I'm going to write a book. I will begin with a few short stories about me.

It was a sunny afternoon when I was playing with Nicky by the Graziano's fence. Archie was sniffing around, belly and ears dragging on the overgrown grass. I knew I shouldn't have been kneeling on the ground in that dress but since my mother hated dogs Archie was a rare treat. Nicky was nearby, elbow-deep in dirt, preparing the delicacy that is the mudpie to accompany our hose water tea. Archie's innocent black eyes stared up at me as my pale blue ones stared back, both of us speaking some silent, impossible language. The beagle heard it first. Then I heard the teacups and plates being knocked over as Nicky ran across our tea party and hopped the fence into the Graziano's yard. Then I heard the barking, and it was rapidly approaching. I turned around and saw a golden retriever twice my size coming straight at me. When I turned back at the fence I saw Archie scampering to the other side of the house while Nicky stood frozen staring at me. He knew as well as I that I was never able to climb over the fence. Anytime I had tried I would make it to the top and sit and cry until an adult would scoop me up to safety. I pressed my back against the fence and closed my eyes as the dog launched itself at my little body. She bit my arm and threw me on the ground, scratching my face and ruining my dress. I curled up on my side as she continued to attack me. The next thing I remember was a lady calling out the dogs name and it was all over. I stared up at the trees above me thinking how my mother would kill me when she saw my ruined dress.