"Eleanor take the dog out now or you wont be going out tonight, I warn you!" Mrs Turnbalm shouted across the spacious kitchen, hands wet and foamy from the washing up. Eleanor remained engrossed in her teenage romance magazine, munching her toast at the kitchen table and wistfully wishing that the pretty heroine in her magazine was her.
"Right young lady, you may as well go to your room, do your homework and then get ready for bed" Eleanor's mother said, wiping her hands on a tea towel. The word "Bed" made Eleanor look up "but mum I will take Oscar out, it's just that...."
"No buts...you either do or you don't", her mother huffed and walked into the living room.
Eleanor sighed, and then looked at the scruffy brown and white mongrel who was woefully wagging his tail, hopeful that a walk was in store for him. She smiled. Oscar was such a lovely dog but why did she always have to be the one to take him out, it was her father who needed the exercise, fat lump!
Eleanor took one last bite of her toast then went to get the dog lead. Oscar jumped around excitedly as put her coat on and hooked the lead to his collar. It was chilly outside. And the wind whipped her sandy blond hair into frenzy. Oscar pulled on his lead, jerking Eleanor's body forward and making her trip on a paving slab. "Oscar, quit it!" she yelled.
They walked towards the park, the wind and chill driving its way through the padding of her puffa jacket. She looked at the park, with its dense bushes and thick tree stumps, anyone could be hiding behind there and she wouldn't know. Even though it was only 5.45pm, the sun was setting quickly on this cold winters evening, covering the whole neighbourhood with a foreboding and eerie blanket of darkness, which rapidly began to spread across the park.
Eleanor walked briskly, which pleased Oscar, as he was impatient to get to the park. "Okay Oscar, this is the deal, we go in you do your business and we're out of there okay?" she said, making her tone sound authorative even though she knew the dog had absolutely no clue what she was saying. She just wished there were people around. There didn't seem to be anyone around, not even the usual group of teenagers that hung around smoking and drinking cheap cider. Tonight was definitely creepsville. The sooner she went home the better.
"Right young lady, you may as well go to your room, do your homework and then get ready for bed" Eleanor's mother said, wiping her hands on a tea towel. The word "Bed" made Eleanor look up "but mum I will take Oscar out, it's just that...."
"No buts...you either do or you don't", her mother huffed and walked into the living room.
Eleanor sighed, and then looked at the scruffy brown and white mongrel who was woefully wagging his tail, hopeful that a walk was in store for him. She smiled. Oscar was such a lovely dog but why did she always have to be the one to take him out, it was her father who needed the exercise, fat lump!
Eleanor took one last bite of her toast then went to get the dog lead. Oscar jumped around excitedly as put her coat on and hooked the lead to his collar. It was chilly outside. And the wind whipped her sandy blond hair into frenzy. Oscar pulled on his lead, jerking Eleanor's body forward and making her trip on a paving slab. "Oscar, quit it!" she yelled.
They walked towards the park, the wind and chill driving its way through the padding of her puffa jacket. She looked at the park, with its dense bushes and thick tree stumps, anyone could be hiding behind there and she wouldn't know. Even though it was only 5.45pm, the sun was setting quickly on this cold winters evening, covering the whole neighbourhood with a foreboding and eerie blanket of darkness, which rapidly began to spread across the park.
Eleanor walked briskly, which pleased Oscar, as he was impatient to get to the park. "Okay Oscar, this is the deal, we go in you do your business and we're out of there okay?" she said, making her tone sound authorative even though she knew the dog had absolutely no clue what she was saying. She just wished there were people around. There didn't seem to be anyone around, not even the usual group of teenagers that hung around smoking and drinking cheap cider. Tonight was definitely creepsville. The sooner she went home the better.