OK so we had this focus group meeting today for extra credit in my writing class. I went and we discussed somethings about the class, and how it was learning without a book. Did it help to not have a text book or would we rather have one. Well so I said something interesting.
"Were being taught to be writers, not how to write a paper"
I have no idea how I came up with something so grand. (Does anybody even say that anymore?) But me being the genius I am.(Liar!) Said great stuff like that. Thinking on it how many of us think we are good writers? Anyone? OK I've read some of the stuff you wrote in class Timmy so put your hand down. dumb kid won't stop raising his hand. any way back to the topic.
Before this semester I only knew how to write a paper. Five sentences per paragraph, 3-4 pages long, double spaced, yadda, yadda, yadda... so anybody can write a paper we all know the requirements, but not just anybody can be a writer because it's a writers job to touch peoples hearts with their words. I wanted to be a writer when I was younger, but my teacher told me, "You will never be a writer (angry) there are better things you can do with your time!" Wow thanks. Great way to boost my confidence.(Don't remember who the dream smasher was) So basically I gave up on all dreams because I didn't think I could reach them anyway.
Well I've found my love for writing. (It was in the back of my mind hidden behind all the broken dreams, and to the left of everything I never accomplished) So here's my story of Kitten love.
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Midnight Sasha
I was running away from home; now that it’s dark. Dinner had been along time ago, and I didn’t eat much so I am hungry again. Peering into the darkness my ears twitched, searching for any sign of noise behind me. I was standing next to an alley thinking of where I would go, and how I would get food. Suddenly, noise came from the alley; I crouched down by a smelly silver tower trying to hide from what ever was in there. The night was silent again, this made me nervous, and slowly I turned my head looking above me. Yellow eyes looked down from the tower top.
Mother had always told me cats with yellow glowing eyes were filthy commoners, we didn’t mix. Cats like us she said had majestic green glowing eyes, we are nobler cats. Never before had I seen such yellow eyes, and I was scared by the way they seemed to read my mind. I just knew he could tell I wasn’t supposed to be romping through the alleys, or even be out this late.
Crouching down he leaped back into the darkness of the alley. Noise erupted from the alley again; slowly I crept into the alley looking for the source. Movement started to my left, and before I could even think of moving, I was pinned down. Instantly I started twist from side to side, squirming to get out of his grasp. Throwing my haunches back and forth loosened his grip on me. Pain shot through my ear, never before had I fest this, he bit me. No longer did I want to fight, so I stop moving. He sat up on his haunches, licking his paws he stared down at me.
"What brings you to my turf?"
Shuttering I remembered mother telling me about what happens to a female when they go into a males territory without the intention of mating. I wanted to be brave, getting back on my feet I calmly replied.
"I was going for a night stroll, when I heard racket from your alley," swishing my tail underneath his nose, I rubbed against his chest, "I was simply curious. No harm in that."
I thought it was daring to touch him, my blood was pumping through my body I felt the need to do something fast. Turning I ran out of the alley, and farther from home with him chasing me after me the whole time. Exhausted, I reached a river past the person’s houses. I lay down on the bank breathing deeply, inhaling the sweet grass smell.
The next morning I was frightened at first, until I remembered the night before. Rolling onto my feet I looked around for the tabby I had met last night in the alley. A tree was neat by, I had an idea! Climb it. I’ve never climbed a tree before so I was a little unsure of how to do it. Stepping back far enough, I ran towards the tree jumping I landed on the trunk. I tried to get a grip, but fell off backwards. Someone was laughing near by; that made me upset.
"Hey! That’s not funny, whoever you are! Show yourself, coward!"
"Coward? I’m no coward kitten."
It sounded so close to me. Then I looked up, and he was above me, in the tree. Funny. He seemed a lot bigger last night. He walked to the edge of the branch, bending it, then dropped to the ground softly.
"So you wish to climb trees?"
"That is my business." Sitting up straight, nose in the air.
"Heh, you don’t even know how."
"So." He shocked me.
"Give me your paw."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Confused I held up my right paw. He grabbed it, and pushed on it. Letting go he had a puzzled look on his face. Staring as he paced back and forth with a confused look on his face, made my heart race. The way his muscle seemed to ripple underneath his fur made me want to pounce on him, just to feel that power.
"You don’t have claws?" He sounded confused.
"Does that mean I can’t climb trees?"
"Yup."
"Can you show me the street life?"
I caught him off guard, which made me happy.
"I guess." He sighed.
We started at the alley we first met, going anywhere from there. I listened closely to everything he said as we travelled around, following noises and smells. There were more little persons in some places than there was in others. We were staying low, waiting, when something caught my attention. I stepped out, curious to find out what it was, when a person travel thing skidded to a stop. Big persons started to chase us with long stick things.
They trapped us in a corner, no sure what to do I shrank back trying to become invisible. They grabbed both of us, and put us in a cage. We were taken to a place full of other cats on both sides. Some hissed, others yowled loudly, no one looked happy. Both of us were put in the same cage. He turned so his back was facing me. I felt horrible knowing that it was my entire fault we ended up in this place. My heart ached o much that I was sure I would die. We sat there for a long time, not talking made me feel worse so I approached him slowly.
"I’m sorry."
"What for?"
"This is my entire fault. None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for me."
"Is that what you believe kitten?"
"Yes."
"Well it’s not. They would have found us because we have no person with us to protect us from them. I have no person, like you, to come get me."
I laid next to him, pressing my body as close to his as I can get.
"I want to be with you. Forever."
Suddenly I was yanked out of the cage by a person. Half asleep I didn’t realize what was going on until I saw my mother and our person waiting for me. Handed over to them we left, and went home.
Mother was cleaning me, and telling me how worried she was when I was gone. I wasn’t listening; all I could think about was the tabby I met last night. My tabby. I like the sound of that, my tabby.
"Mother."
"Yes, dear."
"What happens to the kitties that don’t have a person to get them?"
"Well they are disposed of."
"What!"
"Sasha, I am trying to groom you. Now sit still."
"Mother I met a tabby. He doesn’t have a person, and is still at that awful place."
I wanted mother to understand what I was saying. We had to save him fast because I couldn’t, no can’t live without him.
"No person? Then he belongs there."
I was shocked that mother wasn’t going to help me because he wasn’t the same status as us. It looks like I was on my own.
"I have to save him. It’s my fault he’s there."
"You will no do no such thing. I won’t allow you to see him ever again," my heart fell, "You will not be allowed out side for a week, and I will keep a close eye on you."
It shattered completely. He would be killed and it was all my fault.
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"I'm no Shakespeare, and I bet he wasn't much of a quarterback. If I had the most beautiful words i would tell them to you."
(I just saw this show recently*not a good show for kids* I liked this line alot)
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