AN:So I really don't like how this story is heading and I decided to start a new one with the same concept. I know it's kind of selfish of me to write a story and then give up on it barely even in the plot but, I'm just not feeling it. You might've noticed how long it took me to update this and I just don't want to keep writing this. I want to have some deviation and I can't do it without a solid idea. The new story I'm writing has the same character just going through different experiences. If you guys don't like it then I'm sorry. I didn't really expect it to come to this. I'd appreciate if you would read it. And don't really expect updates and set the bar pretty low. I'm still in highschool and I'm also very much a procrastinator.
"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised" - George Will
I am a cat lover. I will admit to this.
But it's not just cats, I love all kinds of animals. I would always follow cats and dogs around, try to coerce them into a small pat on the head, gave them food. One of my goals in life was to own a Saint Bernard and two cats when I moved out of my parents house. This of course doesn't translate to; ¨Please, oh, pretty please Mr. Deity turn me into a cat! I will be ever so grateful if you do!¨. Discovering the fact that I was a cat was easy. It was finding out where I was that got me stuck on what was happening.
I -Trotted? Prowled? Walked?- surveyed that surrounding area to discern where I was. This place isn't Bellingham. It wasn't the ¨somewhat quiet compared to Cali¨ place that I had grown up in. I wasn't near my home, where it took around five minutes to get to the mall on foot. I couldn't see the sidewalks with trees planted in a small square to give the bustling streets beautiful life. I couldn't hear the loud Mexican music blasting from cars that passed my neighborhood often. It was still evening and I doubted that even if I was at home I would be able to hear my mother's Vietnamese music, volume up all the way, unless she came home early.
Finding a nice shady area away from large feet, I sat and observed. I was on a large ship apparently, considering the fact that I could see the dock and that there were people moving large crates from up a ramp to an room below deck. The fact that if I craned my neck I could see the large body of water holding the floating vessel also helped.
Hoping that this was a dream was stupid considering I've never had dreams this vivid, nor had I ever wanted to. Giving up any hope that I was going to go home and get back to normal seemed the best idea. Granted I was a somewhat pessimistic person. I found it to be easier to forget what I had lost. I was never truly fond of my family. I loved them. I still do. It's just that we were -are- like a bunch of strangers in a way. I'm sure my parents love me it's just hard to do when they leave early in the morning and return late at night. Sure lots of kids have to deal with this and I can say that I can understand them but I know that it isn't the same.
I'm the eldest daughter of three making me ¨responsible, a high achiever, a good leader, the one with the good genes¨, according to my psychology class. I almost laughed at that when I first read it. I'm just not like that. I shy away from responsibility, I don't like to challenge myself, I'm too introverted to lead anyone and I don't get called pretty or cute by anyone. By those standards I'm not a textbook first born. I like my sisters, they're nice and all but… the comparisons hurt. I'm not thin enough, smart enough or good enough in my parent's eyes. I guess that's why I can just let go of it all.
I'll miss my friends but I don't have a phone and I never go onto social media sites often. They might notice I'm gone and question it if it was in the middle of the school year, but it was summer break and I was supposed to go to Cali to visit my cousins. They wouldn't notice that I was missing. I'm not sure what my parents would do though when they found me gone.
That is of course unless I was dead. It made sense, in a pretty stupid way. Besides, being a cat couldn't be so bad…
Until you realize that Gon Freecs is on the same ship as you.