(This is based on Lady and the Tramp 2 and is about Angel's life before she met the Junkyard Dogs)Chapter 1 - Cold Winds
The cold wind whipped sharply at Angel's creamy white fur. Small droplets of water escaped her shimmering eyes as the cold numbed her toes...but most importantly, the coldness of actions numbed her heart. Angel had been brought into a warm, comfortable home several times, only to be rejected by the presence of a baby or an allergy. This did not stop Angel, for she was determined to find a home as quickly as possible. With resolution smudged across her slim feature, she strode confidently towards an upcoming house. She strode around the house until she found a window; the window was filmed with clear panels of glass with a dark, wooden frame around the edges. The window gave forth glowing warmth, indicating the presence of life inside.
With a small smile, Angel put her paws up on the sill of the window and gazed inside. The room was a dining room, filled with at least two...no, three, children clambering up on the chairs excitedly. The walls of the room had pink floral wallpaper strung across it, and the rug was light beige. However, the grandest sight to behold was the main attraction: the dining table. As was mentioned before, there were several children scattered across the table sitting on the chairs, which were placed along the edges of the table. Shortly after the children had taken their seats, an older woman of around twenty (Presumably the mother) came striding in with a full alignment of various foods. She glided with poise towards the dinner table and carefully set the food on it. The children were polite and thanked their mother (Now Angel was sure it was their mother) with enthusiasm. They wasted no time and heaped their awaiting plates with the delicious delicacies ranging from meat to vegetables. In the same way, the mother sat on the head table with angelic grace and smoothed her light blue dress.
Angel licked her lips with awe as she watched them set tender, juicy slabs of beef on the round dishes and how they gathered scrumptious corn, steaming bread, and hot soup. They topped this off with a plate of gourmet chocolate cake layered with thin swirls of white frosting. This home seemed just as much as much of a family as Angel could ever want, and she finally decided now was the time to introduce herself. Maybe even have enough time to get a scrap of leftovers. The small pup padded towards the front door and lightly scratched at the door with her paw, awaiting the presence of a human form. It took a while, but the woman finally got the call and glided to the door with ease.
"Hello?" she asked as she opened the door wide. Her voice was as delicate as snowflakes and as smooth as honey. She shrugged and began closing the door when Angel suddenly remembered her desperate duty. Angel's bark rose across to the woman's ears. Glancing down at the small puppy, the woman smiled, showing her clean, white teeth. "Oh, John, come look at this adorable little angel!"
This was followed by the thumping sounds of approaching feet and the face of a large boy, around seventeen, looming over little Angel. The small dog could feel the saliva running down her throat as she gulped at the menacing figure looking down at her. Disdain was clearly written in the boy's voice as he glared at Angel. "Mother, Sarah has an allergy to dogs, remember?" The woman's face, which was once delighted, now was upset and slightly ashamed.
"Oh, yes, that's right." The woman's eyes were truly sorrowful as John used a broom to chase Angel away. They continued talking as they retreated into the house, leaving the poor pup defenseless.
Angel tripped on the sidewalk as she was chased away from the house, ending with her soaking in a dirty puddle. She lay there a few moments before wearily picking herself out of the soggy mess. A small whimper escaped her lips as she brought herself to sit down on the cold ground. Yet again, hot tears welled up inside her eyes, but this time she let them flow. There was no point in acting cheerful in her condition.
