Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sophie the "cat"

 The swing screeches as the wind pushes me back and forth. The eerie screeches echo over the whole park. I gaze around the park. Everyone else has left so I am all alone. It's nice that no one can see how much of a I little kid I look like. Mum convinced me I needed some fresh air but this is the only place where no one comes anymore. Because its old and rusty. It's also kind of creepy. People have been known to disappear in the mist. Enough muttering to myself. Whats the time? I should be heading home. As I bound off the swing, the mist in the park separates showing me the way back to the street. Just I am about to turn the corner into my driveway right next to the park, I hear a loud moan that sends shivers down my spine. I spin on my heels and tilt my head down. There at my feet is a pitch black cat as dark as night. It's slinky body links in and out of my legs. It's a beautiful cat but its getting late I have to go home it's really late.

Next day

"Later Mum" I yell and peel out the door before she can say anything else.
 Just as I am almost at school I hear a familiar moan. The moan makes my spine shiver again and I can tell something is wrong. Again I see the cat, its creeping towards me. I need to get away from this cat. Now! I dash down the road and bolt around the corner to the school. But the cat somehow manages to keep up with me. At least in the school it can stare at me with those beady eyes. It's like it knows me and knows every move I'm going to make. I've alway wanted to take a cat home and have it curl up on my bed but this cat makes me skittish and frightened.
"Ms Winterstone please answer the question"
 The sudden shout makes me jump out of my seat. When I open my eyes I see my teacher Miss Winchester, standing in front of my desk spitting in my face. Her face is as red as a fire engine. The vein in her fore head is leaping out, making me feel sick. It's no surprise she doesn't have a husband (she's not a pretty lady.)
"Ok everyone because Havana is not going to answer this question and there's only a few minutes left in school you can leave."As soon as she was finished I bolted out the door. Wait......the cat. My spine shivers as the cat moans again. This time I don't run I just walk and yet again the cat follows. It's not to bad this time. The cat just walks along beside me ac linking in occasionally linking between my legs. Maybe I will bring it home.

Later that day

"But Mum why can't I have the cat it likes me and it won't stop following me"
 All she does is roll her eyes and shake her head. It's not fair. I trudge up to my room and drive my face into my pillow. As I am steadily drifting off to sleep I hear light scratches at my window. When I peep out the window I see the black cat resting there pleading for me to let it in. I peer at the door. Mum will never know. I plod over to the window and slide it up. The cat leaps in. As soon as the cat touches my floor a burst of light bounds out of the floor. When the light has clear there is no longer a cat only someone standing in my room. There standing where the cat used to be is.......my friend Sophie who died last year. Her starch naked body is shiver so hard she wobbles whilst standing there.
"Boy, have I missed you Havana."  

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