2014

One afternoon, as I went to pick my son up from preschool, something odd happened. As the front door of the school opened and the crowd of parents lurched forward to enter, a small, curly haired white dog similar to a miniature poodle darted in front of me. It startled me so badly, I threw my hands up and yelled, “Whoa!” I looked around to see where the dog had run off to, but turns out, there was no dog. No one looked at me to see what was wrong. It was as if no had one noticed me yelling or throwing my hands up in the air. They just continued walking into the school.

Submitted by Angelina