Quite literally. o_O The path down the back of my friend's house that we've been using to get to school for the past three years.

Fuck that.

I have never been so fucking scared in my life. Psycho dog. Believe me, there is nothing scarier that casually making your way to school and having a dog charge out of the bushes and attack you.
It had her up against the wall, so she kicked it in the chest, then it came after me. Unfortunately that path is uneven and was slippery today so I managed to stack it.
Not great when there's an angry dog snapping at your heels with the intent to rip your jugular out. Thankfully when I fell it was by my feet so it got a swift few kicks to the face. I was already half up again when it'sowner decided to call it off.
My friend and I decided to go back to her place rather than to school. We were so fucking shit scared. She was more or less alright other than being scared, but I was covered in mud, with a broken school bag, a twisted ankle and shattered nerves. Oh, and then I noticed that my hand was spewing blood EVERYWHERE.
How I amanged to get to her house and clean the wound before going into shock I don't know. How I then managed to walk down the highstreet and all the way to the doctor's with a twisted ankle and my hand held above my head and a tissue pressed against it to staunch the bleeding was a miracle.

Fuck me. I'm alright now. Both of us have calmed down and reported the attack. My hand has been seen by a nurse and has steri-strips on it and a bandage. It still hurts, and my ankle does too. But, eh, it could have been so much worse.

I never liked dogs.
I certainly don't now.
But the worst thing? Despite us screaming and calling for help the owner was more intent on making sure his psycho bulldog was unharmed. He never once came to make sure that we were okay.
Fucking bastard. The owner and the dog.