Wait, What?

This is my very first story and blog post and I know it's really really long so I'm going to put it into parts. Hope you like it: I yawned. It was early morning and the sun had just risen. I stepped out of bed and stuck my feet in my adorable new slippers. I shuffled over to the window, scratching my arm. I suppressed a laugh as I saw my cat, Clarence, chasing the neighbors dog. Yeah, he was tough like that. Just like me. I had a sudden flashback to the day I got him from the pet store.

I was going to get a dog, but then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a small fluff ball scampering off. It was a kitten. He had kind of an orangish coat and the kitten was super tiny. It was probably the fluffiest and furriest cat I had ever seen. It looked like a mini lion with the fur all shaggy around it's scruff. It had huge emerald green eyes, which to be honest, surprised me. It's fangs were bared and it's claws skittered on the floor. Than I looked behind me and started to crack up. An employee was stumbling around trying to catch it, swearing under his breath. Than the whole scene got even funnier! I don't know how that's possible kitten raced under the employee's legs and his legs got tangled while trying to avoid steeping on the thing. Geez, that cat was smart!

When the man finally caught the lion-kitten, he was holding the kitten, who was wildly scratching the air, as far away from him as possible. I offered to buy him because he seemed like he could cause some trouble, but the man smiled at me and said "Ha! Nice joke." I stared at him kinda confusedly. It wasn't a joke.I really wanted that cat! I stared at him blankly,waiting for him to understand. Finally, after a long uncomfortable silence, he finally got it and gave me an incredulous look of disbelief. He scurried to the cash register and said that the little fighter would be three dollars. Now it was my turn to give him an incredulous look.

"Only three bucks? Really?"

"No one wants him because he's to…"

"Crazy?" I guessed.

"Crazy." he replied.

"But, why is he so cheap?"

"Since no one would take him, we kept lowering the price, hoping we could persuade someone to buy him. If you hadn't come along, well, we would have put him to sleep this evening." I stared at the small helpless kitten. Okay, maybe not that helpless. But still….

"Oh, well here's the money." I cashed the three dollar bills and picked up the kitten.

"Thanks, have a nice day." he smiled.

I turned around and walked out of the store. "You know, I think I'll name you Clarence, after the angel, to be ironic."

I smiled at the memory. Well anyw…..Oh…..My…..Gosh. I just realized I haven't introduced myself! Oh geez, I'm sorry! My name is Anna Kaminski. I'm eleven and waaay maturer than any adult ever could be!Oh, sorry. Mom says not to sass people. Especially old people. Oh! Um sorry. Again. I should probably tell you about myself. Well, I looooove turquoise. I'm probably the best fighter in my grade! Maybe my whole school! By fighter I mean I'm the best at beating people up. I do have six brothers after all. Two older and four younger. All stinkin' idiots. I want to be a medicinal person when I grow up. Not a doctor, but the kind that heals you with herbs and stretches n' stuff. I think finding natural remedies for sickness is awesome. I know everything there is to know about the human body. Down to every. Little. Nerve. Oh! And I loooove to dance. It's my passion. Besides the human body. (gosh that sounds so wrong and creepy)

Okay, now that I've introduced myself, we can get on with the story. So basically I stuck my phone in my pj shorts pocket, then walked downstairs to the kitchen. Then I ate a bowl of cheerios and checked my phone. Blahbity blah blah. All boring stuff. Okay, fast forward two bowls of cereal:

I decided that I wanted to go to my shed. You probably are thinking "shed? Why the shed?" Oh I'll tell you my friends. It's honestly the coolest thing EVER! Since I love dancing so much, my dad decided to rebuild the inside of the shed. It is now a dance studio. Complete with a wood floor, mirrors on all the walls, and a HUGE stereo. Plus all the dance equipment and props you can think of.

Anyways, I walked out my back door and grabbed Clarence to stop him from injuring the poor dog he was chasing. "C'mon. Lets go dance."

I swung the shed door open and stepped inside. A huge gust of wind whipped my hair around my face. "Um, why is there wind inside my shed?" Than I opened my eyes. I wasn't in my shed. Nope. I was in a huge, wintry, forest.

Thick snowflakes drifted onto my shoulders. I was standing knee deep in snow. All around me were huge trees, blanketed with the white powder. A tall lamp post towered over me, with a flame flickering inside. "Why is there lamp post in the middle of a forest? And why is there a flame lighting it, not a bulb? And who keeps the fire going anyways?" I thought.

I shivered. I hadn't noticed that I was still wearing my shorts and tank top. "At least I have my phone." I thought. I pulled my phone out and put in my password, QueenOfAll, and tapped the phone icon. Words lashed across my screen. Warning: 2% battery. With that, my phone gave a flicker and shut off. "Crap." I muttered beneath my breath. "Were the heck am I? What is this place?"

"This is Narnia. I'm Mr. Tumnus, at your service."

I spun around to see who spoke. What I saw was a shock. It was a …..GOAT MAN!

W..wwait, WHAT?! Then everything went dark. The last thing I remembered was the fright in my voice.