ÃÂMarley get back hereÃÂ a shout after my dog who has just broken another leash and is now running through the forest after a squirrel. ÃÂMarleyÃÂ I shout again but itÃÂs no use I guess the chase is on. As run after him, I trip over a root protruding from the ground. The last thing I see before hitting the ground is Marley looking at me tail wagging. I sit up slowly my head is killing me. I canÃÂt see straight never mind think straight. As the world slowly stops spinning. I try to figure out where I am. The light is dim and I canÃÂt see much more than trees. Then I remember chasing after Marley. ÃÂCrackÃÂ, I turn in the direction of the noise but I canÃÂt see anything. ÃÂMarley is that youÃÂ my voice comes out as a small whisper. I listen for the noise again but I hear nothing but an eerie silence, I canÃÂt even hear my heartbeat.
English: Paddock near Marley House.
Marley performing at Dalymount Park
English: Marley RdI snap my fingers just to make sure I havenÃÂt gone deaf. Everything is suddenly dark except for a small white light. As I stare at the light it slowly grows bigger as if something were approaching me. I try to make a sound but nothing comes out. The light is right in front of me now. Part of me wants to know what its is, but that part of me isnÃÂt controlling my limbs. IÃÂm out of there before I know whatÃÂs happening. I donÃÂt stop running until IÃÂm out of the forest. I come out onto an unfamiliar street and I have no idea where I am, there are a few rundown houses but none look particularly inviting. I wonder where Marley is; heÃÂs probably already found his way home that silly dog. I continue walking until I see an old woman. ÃÂExcuse me could you help me?ÃÂ my voice is still nothing more than a whisper. The old woman doesnÃÂt even look at me. I tap her on the shoulder and she jumps slightly then continues walking. I give up, I donÃÂt have the time for her I really need to get home. After walking a few more blocks I finally I see something familiar an old rusted boat it looks so out of place in the middle of a park. IÃÂm too tired to walk any further and my head is still killing me so I decide to rest under an overhang on the boat. Just when I start falling asleep I see the same slowly approaching white light. Once again, I run. It feels like IÃÂve been running for hours before I stop. When I do itÃÂs slightly brighter out and I realize IÃÂm only a few blocks away from my house. I walk home slowly trying not to think about how mad my mother will be with me for not coming home last night. When I get home Marley is there along with my mother but when I try to talk to her, instead of getting mad at me she just ignores me. That scares me more than any scolding ever could. IÃÂm too tired to deal with her right now maybe she will want to talk in a bit. I take some aspirin and go to bed. When I wake up it feels like IÃÂve only been sleeping for a couple of minutes and my head is still killing me. I feel the presence of something in my room I look around and see my mother packing my things into boxes. I sit up slowly and my bed creeks. My mother turns around, a surprised look on her face, then she comes and sits down next to me and I think she going to say something but she just starts crying. I try and console her but nothing I say has any effect on her. When she finally calms down she gets up and leaves without saying a word. I can hear her getting into her car so I hop in along with Marley before she can protest. She drives us downtown to a cemetery IÃÂm not sure why, but I follow her as she walks Marley to a freshly dug grave next to my fathers, piled with flowers. I feel embarrassed and confused. I canÃÂt remember hearing about any one that we knew dying recently. I kneel down to look at the name on the grave and almost die of shock, if thatÃÂs possible. There must be some mistake. ThatÃÂs my name on the tombstone thatÃÂs my birthday and thatÃÂs my picture on some of the cards surrounding the stone. I feel the spot on the back of my head where it hurts there is a large gash. I turn to my mother but realize that IÃÂm alone, accept for a slowly approaching white light. This time I do not run from it, this time I walk into it.
short story written for English class don't remember what grade i got for it
English: Driveway to Marley Hall.
English: 1066 Walk waymark, Marley Rd