It was a boring, long trip to my grandparent's house. The trees were really the only thing you could see the whole way as the car drove through the forest. Annoyed and with my bag in the trunk, I grabbed the nearest thing to me: a travel magazine.

You see, my grandparents live on this large forest property. They've told me it was absolutely gorgeous and that I'd love it there, but I was skeptical since I hated dirt and worms and…ugh. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.

My parents were always blabbing on about how we need to take care of nature, but honestly, I feel like it should just go away and leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with it.

Somewhere along the trip I had fallen asleep, and I sure wasn't happy to see insects flying at my window. Ooooh, this was going to be terrible. I felt almost sickened as I hoisted my stuff onto the stone porch, and hugged tightly by Grandma.

"It's so nice to see you! You have grown!"

"It kinda has been three years and of course I have," I said, pushing her away softly. She only hugged tighter, squishing me against her stomach. Grandpa tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, Grandpa," I said, although it was muffled by Grandma's floral shirt. He hugged me, sandwiching me between them.

I squeaked and struggled to get out, slipping down and ducking away.

"That hurt!" I said dramatically, grabbing my bags and pulling them through the beech wood door with golden handles in the shape of cats. I placed the bags in the finely furnished living room and went back out.

Grandma immediately began fiddling with my hair. I let her, enjoying the feeling slightly.

I swear, it was only slightly.

Grandpa had went inside already, probably carrying my bags even though they had a "do not move" tag on them.

"You're so pale! This will do you quite some good!" Grandma said as she led me into the house. She seemed to smile brightly as she had me sit down at the hand carved dining table. She left for the kitchen as I fiddled with a cat themed bowl, which seemed to have had a bunch of fruit in there. Grandma came back and poured a bunch of fresh cherries.

"Sorry, dear, we had eaten them all. We didn't expect you to get here so quickly!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed one, only for my hand to be hit with something that looked like a cat's paw. I looked back up at Grandma with almost a shocked expression, although she only had a flyswatter shaped like a paw.

"You need to wash up first! Don't think that we're not going to discipline you!"

I got up, washed my hands from a cat shaped faucet in the bathroom, and came back. Grandma was outside in the back with a bag full of…something. I couldn't tell what it was. She put it on the ground and almost immediately a speckled grey cat with strange long legs dove into it, coming back out with a still living mouse. It ran off to a large, branching oak tree near the vegetable garden.

Grandma came back in, rubbing her fingers. "It's almost dinner time! Whatcha like, city-girl?"

Still disturbed, I shook my head. "I'm not hungry after what just happened."

She seemed confused before nodding. "Don't worry about them. They're nice. That's Speckledstar."

I stared, confused by such a ridiculous name. I shook it off and stood up.

"Pizza, please. Pepperoni with extra cheese."

I ran off to my room and collapsed on the frilly yellow bed. Honestly, I think that it hasn't been used since my mom was a child, but it seemed to lull me towards sleep.

If there wasn't a large, fluffy golden shaded tabby tom with red markings and pale green eyes in my face. It kept meowing at me annoyingly, so I shoved him off the bed. He just jumped back up and sat on my back.

By then, I was so annoyed; I stood up and let him jump off my back. I ran down the stairs, trying to not trip over this STUPID FREAKING CAT. Eventually, though, I made it down. I rested on the couch, trying to ignore the fluffy face at my feet.

Eventually, as I kept trying to nudge the cat away, I was called to the table. I ditched everything and ran over there, sliding into the hide chair. A pair of antlers, some of the largest ones I've ever seen, stared over at me from the other side of the table. Grandpa sat underneath it as Grandma brought out a decent sized pizza with little herbs on its top.

After they prayed, we all dug in. The little chopped herbs made it almost sickeningly sweet, but also made the pizza taste like mint.

"I made it myself!" Grandma said. I coughed and quickly began downing the nearest source of liquid: sweet tea, which tasted almost exactly the same as the pizza.

"That was rude!" Grandpa said, staring accusingly at me. I stared at them for a moment before spitting out a small leaf from the tea.

"What is this? Chocolate mint or something?"

"Cat mint, actually," Grandma said. "Much tastier."

I felt like I was about to pass out. "I-I'm going to bed now."

Falling onto the bed, I didn't care as the cat jumped onto my bed. My head pounded as I slunk down, closing my eyes

When I woke up, I screamed.