truth or fiction?

The truth can be confusing at times. One time I had to tell the truth and no one could believe that it was the truth. I also had to involve my best friend. We were walking down the road to Wendy’s one summer day. We were talking and nothing was unusual. Whenever we were on our way back to her house, we heard a noise behind us. We turned around and there was nothing at all behind us. We kept walking. Then we heard it again. This time we saw a huge dog following us. Being from the country, I was use to wild animals. My friend however was from town. So what does she do? She runs, which makes the dog run, which makes me run. I was running to try to find a place to hind. We kept running. I would look back to see if the dog was still there. Ever time he was just a couple of feet behind us. We finally made it back to her house. We ran right up to her room. When we looked out side nothing was there. We went to her mom to tell our stories. She never believed us. Well my friend and I know that truth.