Hi! I'm splattermusic and I'm new to Fanfiction. I've read Fanfictions for a few years and probably I'll suck at it but here I am! Please tell me if I have any spelling mistakes, errors and please inform me on how I can be a better writer. I don't get mad at criticism, in fact I enjoy it, then I can be a better writer so, on with the fic! This story is parody on my life. It has the concept of The Cat Returns because I thought the story really fit with my life. Every character is based on someone in my life and how I see them. Though there are some new characters that I added to better suit my life. See if you can guess who I am. When the story is done, I'll reveal who I am. Of course, I won't reveal who the other characters are (except a few) due to privacy reasons. And despite being a parody, this story is not completely funny.
Oh yeah the disclaimer
splatterpaint does not own the concept of The Cat Returns or its characters, though I wish I do
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"Arrgh!"
She groaned as she trudged out her bed, slapping her alarm clock on the way to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth with one hand while tying up her raven-black hair with the other, she looked lazily at the clock. "Crap! It's 7:30!"
She raced downstairs, dressing in her uniform as she went. She grabbed her satchel of endless papers and darted past her mother as her mom yelled, "Kerry! You have to eat something for breakfast! Come on, eat some toast!"
Her mother slowly crunched into the golden bread smothered in jam, she laughed, "It's delicious!"
Whimpering, Kerry glared at her mom, and ran out the door, only to turn her head back and yell, "Now that's just cruel!"
She ran across town, clumsily dodging every bench, trash can, and stroller in her way. She stopped to wait for a group of joggers to pass by, "Come on! I only have...THREE MINUTES!"
Quickly sprinting toward her school, then to her classroom, she snaked through the open door, tiptoeing behind the studying class… "Kerry, we all know you're trying to sneak in so please save yourself the trouble and just sit down."
As heat rose to her cheeks, she obediently sat in her assigned seat, trying to ignore the snickers around her. Though she couldn't, she shyly looked around and saw Josiah Marsh laughing the loudest. "Oh please, anyone but him, please don't laugh, why did it have to be you?"
"Oh, come on Kerry, it wasn't that bad!"
"It wasn't that bad? You laughed too! You also saw Josiah! It's like he stabbed me through the heart!"
Annabeth laughed, "Well, you have to admit, it was pretty funny how Mr. Daniels knew you were sneaking in without even turning around."
Annabeth swung her lacrosse stick to throw the ball to another player. Even though she was playing lacrosse at school, Annabeth could still talk without losing concentration, nothing could stop her from talking. Compared to Kerry, Annabeth was a goddess; she had long, wavy, golden hair and fair skin, and the perfect body from playing sports all the time. Kerry had short, straight, black hair. She had a very thin, feeble body due to the lack of sports influence in her life. Kerry sighed as she took out knitting needles to finish her scarf. "At least Annabeth can't do this," she thought.
"LOOK OUT!"
Kerry screamed as the ball ricocheted off the wall and onto her head. "Well at least they had the decency to actually use wiffle ball this time."
She threw the ball back weakly and Annabeth walked out of the field to retrieve the thrown ball.
"Nice throw"
Annabeth swung her lacrosse stick which had lazily landed on her shoulder. She stared into the infinity of blue skies, she spoke plainly, "You know, you have to tell him someday."
"Yeah but what if he doesn't like me back? He'll laugh in my face!"
"Yeah but what if he does like you? He'll take you in his arms and swing you around, saying you're the best thing that has ever happened to him."
She dropped her lacrosse stick and swung her body around she danced a waltz in a rhythmic manner. To any normal passerby, she would look crazy, dancing a dance that required two people on the sidewalk in the middle of a busy street. To Kerry, she was being her normal self.
Annabeth giggled, "You know he has a girlfriend—a freshman!"
Kerry stood opened-mouthed, "Annabeth!" she laughed as she yelled, "You. Jerk!"
Kerry picked up the lacrosse stick and playfully swung at her ditsy friend.
As Annabeth dodged her blows, Kerry looked past her, spotting a tan, short-haired cat with black socks. He seemed ordinary enough, except for the gold collar around his neck. "Wow, someone must really love their cat."
That was not the only strange thing, for the cat was carrying a box wrapped around in a blue cloth.
"Hey, Annabeth, look at that cat, what do you think he's doing?"
They both stopped and stared at the cat as it halted by the crosswalk; it looked back and forth, and then proceeded to walking across the street.
Annabeth quipped, "Maybe it's a cat burglar."
"Hmmm," Kerry answered thoughtlessly.
Honk!
Honk!
Annabeth looked at the huge moving truck, "Hopefully the cat gets out of the way in time."
Then, Kerry glanced at the cat, at the rate it was going; it could easily go across the street without being run over by the truck. Suddenly, the cat dropped its package. Dumbly enough, the cat attempted to pick the package back up, unknowing of the danger it was in. Kerry stared wide-eyed for the cat had dropped the box upside down; it needed to flip the box over to be able to pick it back up. The cat nudged the box effortlessly trying to flip it over. Kerry looked at the truck, "No way can the driver see something that low to the ground!"
Quickly, Kerry ran out onto the street. "Kerry! You are crazy!"
She didn't listen. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she scooped the cat and its package with the lacrosse stick and jumped majestically out of the trucks way. She then clumsily landed on her stomach into a bush, as she looked up to see the cat getting out of the broken lacrosse stick onto its hind legs, and began brushing itself off…
The cat smiled warmly at her. "Thank you for saving my life, I owe you my greatest gratitude."
Respectively to its regal, collected voice, he placed his paws together and bowed, "I am eternally grateful."
He got down to all fours again, picked up his package and darted off. Annabeth ran out into the middle of the street, "You idiot! Watch where you're going!"
Honking cars whizzed past Annabeth as she ran to her dear friend. "Kerry! What the hell is wrong with you! You could have died!"
"Th-the cat, it spoke to me!"
Annabeth put her hand on Kerry head, "Come on Kerry, don't be silly, we can only afford one crazy person in this friendship."
Kerry looked past Annabeth and glanced at the cat whom she had just saved. He was sitting at the corner of the street, nodded his head approvingly, and disappeared behind a building.
She thought about what had just happened, "A cat just spoke to me! Cats can speak! Or can I understand cats? I've never been near a cat long enough to actually talk to it. Except for one cat but I don't think she talked. Well that's not hard to believe since I don't remember anything about that cat except for its beautiful, almond brown eyes… Now that I think about it, that cat had brown and green eyes!"
Hope you like it, please, some comments and reviews. I will gladly appreciate it. And please tell whether or not you like my style. I know the story so far is very similar to The Cat Returns but later on, it will start to differ.
-splatterpaint