My parents were going away, only for a weekend. So was I, but to a different place. We were all supposed to have fun. I packed on Thursday, and woke up on Friday to get ready for school. "Someone isn't coming home," I thought. "Shut up. Everyone will be fine. It's just another weekend for fun," I told myself. I was picked up that afternoon... and it was a weekend of fun. But that Monday? Oh, that Monday... the worst one of my life. My dog was gone. I only see him in my memories and photographs.