I love eet! <3

This is quite the interesting plot.  I bet it'll turn out to be a very good story.  It is so far, anyways. :D

Keep writing!  You're very good! c:

Thank you guys! 

Err, I've never seen that movie, I was studying afterlife and this popped into my head.

Okay, three more chapters about to be posted. :D 

Chapter Six

The Return 

Kaitlynn and Jet, trying to stay unseen, cut across the fields, towards town, instead of walking down the roads. Kaitlynn curiously looked up at her companion. Jet had on a straight face, his eyes locked on where he was walking. His jowls hung with small strings of slobber dripping off them.

Kaitlynn looked back towards the road, her ears bouncing with every step she took. She then cleared her throat, trying to break the awkward silence. 

" So, er, Jet. If my purpose is to protect Travis, then what's your purpose?" She turned her head back to look at him, her long blonde fur clinging neatly along her slim body. Jet, still looking forward, spoke in a calm voice. 

"To help you, by telling you your purpose."

Katie blinked, utterly confused. 

"Wait, your reason for being revived is to tell me I have a purpose?" She raised something that seemed to be an eyebrow. Jet shook his head. 

"Not just you. Other dogs as well."

"So wait, other dogs have purposes too?" Kaitlynn asked with a small tail wag. It made her slightly happy that she wasn't alone on this whole life's purpose thing.

"Yes, a lot of dogs have a purpose and it all relies on humans."

"So, what's another dog's purpose?"

Jet looked down at her, his stare hard. It caused Katie's ears to pin back once again. 

"Thats none of your business Kaitlynn."

"But its not like I'm ever going to meet them!" Katie whined.

Jet sighed and turned his head back to the direction they were going in. They were a block away from Travis's house, and Jet was highly eager to drop Katie off and leave. 

"Fine. I recently helped a fifteen year old boy. His name was Cody. He died because of an abusive mother. He came back to life as a doberman, and his purpose was to help out a five year old boy named Chase. His mother left him with his father and his father began to drink a lot becoming abusive. Lets just say Cody is keeping Chase safe from his dad's hits."

Katie blinked. Wow. Abusive parents. Now I feel really lucky that i just died on accident.

As they walked up Travis’s driveway, Jet looked down at Kaitlynn. 

"Listen. This is as much as I can do for you. You're on your own from now on."

"But how do keep Travis safe?" Kaitlynn asked.

"Simple. Become his pet.'' Jet replied, backing down the driveway.

" How?" Katie asked frustratedly.

"Figure it out. By the way, if your blue eyes don’t give away the fact that your paranormal, your attitude will. Try acting like a dog." Jet called back as he trotted around the corner of the long driveway.

Katie growled under her breath and sat down in the shade of the house. She hung her head and began to think. How am I going to be his pet? Then again, he has always had a soft spot for animals. Katie smiled, remembering the siamese cat Travis showed her when they were in the fourth grade. She had come over to his house and was greeted by the friendly cat. Travis had said he had found it in a bush on his way home from school one day, and begged his parents to keep it. They reluctantly agreed and Travis named it Ruth, after the famous baseball player Babe Ruth. It had been the best cat Kaitlynn had ever met. 

Then an idea hit her. When Travis comes outside, I'll act like an abandoned dog! He'll feel sorry for me and beg his parents to keep me! Genius! Katie smiled to herself, for her plan was indeed genius.

Then she heard the front door open. Quickly, she vanished behind a few trash cans. She poked her head out from between them, opened her mouth and tried to smile as Travis walked outside with a rubbish bag slung over his shoulder. As Travis opened a trash can lid, Katie let out a small whine. Travis froze and looked down at his feet, seeing a blonde muzzle sticking out from between the two trash cans.

He bent down and found himself face to face with a beautiful dog. A golden retriever dog. He smiled. 

"Hey girl. You lost?" 

He asked, holding his hand out for her to sniff. Katie rubbed her head on his palm. Sure, she was angry with him for dating Angela, but how could she stay mad at her best friend?

Travis found himself holding his breath. A golden retriever with blue eyes? Travis shook himself and scratched behind the retriever’s ears. He had to have this gorgeous dog.

Chapter Seven

The Truth

Kaitlynn licked Travis's hand once more and bounded out from behind the trash cans. She sat down in front of him and offered her paw, a grin spread across her face. Travis grinned and took her paw, shaking it as if she were human. 

"You’re pretty smart for a stray." he commented and let go of her paw. Then he reached up and scratched her chin.

Katie closed her eyes and play growled softly. That feels good. She thought as her tail thumped the concrete ground.

Travis laughed and stood up. He grabbed the trash bag and tossed it into the silver trash can, then he looked back down at the stray. He patted her head and said; 

"I gotta go now." Then he turned around and headed back inside.

Katie frowned. What? He’s supposed to take me with him! She barked rapidly and raced after him, nudging his hand with her snout.

Travis looked down and chuckled. "No girl, you need to stay. Mom wont let me keep you."

Katie whined and sat down, cocking her head to the side. She raised her paw and let it rest on his shin, whimpering. Travis couldn't help but smile.

 "Alright, fine. I'll ask, but if I can't then I can't. Got it?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

Katie jumped to her paws. She wagged her tail furiously and ran in circles around him. Yes! Yes! 

Travis laughed.

"Okay okay!" He rubbed her head and patted his thigh, beckoning her to follow. Katie trotted after him.

Travis opened the front door and held it open as the golden retriever padded inside. He led her through the living room and into the kitchen, where Mr. and Mrs. Parker, Travis's parents, were sitting on the couch. As they stepped through the door, Mrs. Parker looked up from the floor, her cheek tear stained. Her long brunette curls which always rested neatly on her shoulders and bounced with life as she walked, were limp and lifeless. Mr. Parker had his arms wrapped around her. Rylee, Travis's five year old sister, sat on her father’s knee, her lower lip quivering. 

Rylee and Kaitlynn were also close. They went way back, both of them teaming up and pulling pranks on Travis. They had great times together, almost as much fun as Travis and Katie had, even though Rylee was about twelve years younger.

Travis stopped in his tracks. "M-mom? Whats wrong?" He asked, his eyes clouding with worry.

Mrs. Parker sniffed looked back down at the floor, her hair hiding her face from her son. She shook her head and walked quickly out of the room, not wanting to tell her son such bad news. Katie, who was standing next to Travis, pinned her ears back. She knew why they were crying. They were crying for the loss of her life.

Travis blinked as his mom walked away. He looked at his dad and asked in a pleading voice. 

"Dad... Why are you crying?'' His eyes flickered in pain and frustration, not knowing what was hurting them so badly.

Mr. Parker looked up from the kitchen sink and stared sadly at Travis. He ran his hand through his hair and finally spoke. 

"Katie is dead, Travis. Jamie and her were in a car crash. She lost too much blood, but she saved the other victims. Everyone lived but her. Jamie is in a minor comma, but is expected to wake up in about a day or two. The security cameras caught it all. She died a hero."

Travis shook his head, eyes wide. He backed away slowly. 

"No. No. No! You're lying! All of you! She's not dead. Katie cant be dead!" He shouted running out of the room. He ran to his room, Katie running after him, the door swinging open. He slammed it shut and collapsed onto his bed. She can't be dead. I never got to tell her. I never got to tell her that I was sorry, that I broke up with Angela for her. I’m so sorry Katie. I messed up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..."

Chapter Eight

The Welcoming

Kaitlynn stood frozen at Travis’s ran door. She felt Rylee and Mr. Parker's eyes burning into her fur, and she pinned her ears back. She scratched at the door and whined. The door opened, and she trotted in. Then Travis closed the door and flopped onto his bed. She crawled over to his bed where he lay, his face buried in his pillow. She listened to his muffled apologies, and put her paw on the edge of the bed. 

"Travis! Its okay! Im fine! I forgive you!" she barked, getting frustrated when he continued talking to himself. What? He doesn’t understand me? Oh, come on Katie don’t be so stupid. Of course he doesn’t understand you! Your a dog for Pete's sake! 

She nosed his arm gently and Travis turned his head to look at her. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks stained with tears. One last tear rolled down his cheek. He sniffed, and sat up, wiping his eyes. He then froze, blinking twice, wondering of he was crazy. When he looked at the golden retriever, he saw Katie looking at him, with those same glowing blue eyes. 

After his third bl
ink, Katie was gone, and in her place was a blonde dog. Katie's eyes were still there. He frowned, utterly confused. Then he shrugged it off and scratched behind the dog's ear.

Kaitlynn closed her eyes and her tail thumped the carpet ground. Gosh, that feels good... The corners of her mouth rose up in a smile, her ears pinned back, not in fear, but in happiness.

Travis laughed at her ex
pression. 

"So you like that girl?" he asked quietly, still not over his previous crying session.

Katie opened her eyes and licked his hand, her tail wagging more fiercely now. Well I’m glad to be making him happy. I'd rather him forget about me rather than have him crying all day.

Travis, still smiling, moved his hand from her ear to her chin. Then Mr. and Mrs. Parker walked in with frowns on their faces. They looked at Kaitlynn, confusion on their faces. Mr. Parker pulled out Travis's desk chair and sat down on it, facing his son and the dog. Mrs. Parker took a seat on the bed next to Travis. Rylee stood in the doorway, listening carefully.

"Trav, where did you get the dog?'' Mr. Parker asked, raising an eyebrow.

Travis looked down at Kaitlynn, then back up at his father. Katie’s ears flew forward. 

"I found her outside dad. She is a real sweet dog, and she seems pretty smart."

Mrs. Parker cleared her throat. 

"You cant keep this dog Travis. Too much is going on right now. Maybe you should start out with a puppy anyway. You've only had experience with cats, not dogs."

Travis's eyes grew wide. 

"No mom, dad. I don’t want a puppy. I want this dog. I don’t want any other one. And I already named her Molly." He patted Katie's head and Katie smiled. Travis would name me that, after the frog we caught when we were five.

Travis's mother shook her head, and his father spoke up. 

"No means no."

That was when Katie took matters into her own paws. She trotted up to Mrs. Parker and layed her head on her lap. She looked up with her loving eyes at her. She let a whimper escape her mouth and Mrs. Parker couldn’t help but scratch her head. She smiled slightly and said; 

"She is sweet... and cute..."

Mr. Parker's eyes grew wide. " Oh no. Don’t fall for it Annabell."

Mrs. Parker giggled, and looked up with a smirk on her face. 

"Too late." She said with a grin.

I plan on reading the chapters later, but I read the plot!
I like the idea! I've never been one to really like dog stories, but it sounds very interesting. :PPPP!

DE.

I rate it 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.

Oh.

Ten was the highest?

Oops.

I'm reading that book now. Er...re-reading it anyway.

Best book ever! :)

Your story I give a ten-it looks like it will be really good.

Continue.

Naow.