(A/N): Just thought of trying my hands on these types of stuff. Written for a dear friend of mine. R&R please~
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Friday mornings should've been as it always was. Get up, shower, dry-up, wear under-garments, L4D t-shirt, short pair shorts and comfy house slippers, tie-up hair, wear watch, bracelets and rings in appropriate places, earrings and necklace. Eat some of yesterdays Strawberry cheesecake, drink 2 glasses of water, feed the cat, and THEN lay on the couch and read, read, read. Pretty boring, but that's enough to quell the hectic life of Mondays to Thursdays.
Friday mornings should've been as it always was. It should've been—but somehow . . . It's not.
Antoinette woke up that Friday morning as she always did every Friday. Did what she did and sat on her couch. Reached for a book and started on reading. Skip, her cat, sat and watched her as she went through page after page. It took a long moment before Antoinette noticed, but she eventually did. Skip didn't touch his food . . . Nor has he moved at all from his place on the living room's door way. "Anything you want?" she asked under the cat's scrutiny. Skip merely turned his head towards the door to the small garden at the back and then back at his mistress. "Oh . . . You wanna go out?" she tried and was taken back when Skip nodded his head and walked towards the door. "Wait!" she dropped the book and trailed after her cat. "You understood me?" she asked as she stood wide-eyes and frozen at Skip's previous place. Skip merely nodded again and placed a paw at the glass door before turning to her. Not knowing what else to do, she walked towards her 3 months old cat and opened the glass sliding door. "Where are you going?" she asked and almost slapped herself when she remembered that Skip may be able to understand her, but he's still was a cat, thus having a cat's tongue and all that. She was surprised however when the black and white cat went to her and with enough strength of an 8 year old human, pulled on of her right slipper. Unprepared and very bewildered; Antoinette ended-up sitting on the floor gawking at the cat, which now held her slipper on its mouth. Skip ran to the garden.
Now, Antoinette could very well just buy another slipper. But this slipper had been gifted to her by her late grandfather, whom she loved so much. Snapping out of her shock, she stood and ran after Skip.
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"I don't remember having a forest in my garden." Antoinette, having caught Skip after running for many a distance, looked-up and found trees bigger than her two story house. She placed the missing slipper back on her foot and turned her attention to Skip. "Where is this?" she asked desperate to wake-up in case it was a dream. The cat made a gesture as if shrugging before it walked ahead. Not knowing what else to do, Antoinette followed.
"When we get back home, I'm getting you fixed. You hear me, you bloody cat?" She mumbled half to herself and audible enough for Skip. The cat ignored her though, as if he didn't understand what she was saying. She cursed every now and then, when a rather large root of the giant trees caught her foot, but that was all. It was silent for the rest of the walk.
It was nearing darkness when Skip made a sudden halt; eyes wide, ears perked-up, whole body tense. Now, Antoinette was not part cat, but anyone who couldn't tell that Skip was frightened can be listed among those who died because of their idiocy. "What is it, boy?" she asked in a whisper. There were rustling leaves, but that could be just the wind.
Then a branch snapped. She knew that she was in an amp of trouble.
"Run, Skip!" she yelled, but that cat was already running before she could turn. Running the best she could in loose slippers (which was not in the very least a good idea), she listened to those behind them. Loud grunts and scary joyous laughter rang boisterously accompanied by loud beating of feet that ran after her and Skip.
Bending down as she ran, she caught her left slipper and then her right before she started running as if her Aunt Petunia was hot behind her trails; which was pretty close since the foul creatures behind her were orcs.
Trivia time: "Did you know that cats can run faster than most humans?" More so even than those humans who were none athletic? Those who sits and reads ginormous amount of books every Friday after a slice of strawberry cheesecake? Yeah, I bet you knew about that. Thus, we come to this next scenario~
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The filthy creatures were no longer behind her, but somewhere along the way she also lost track of Skip. Panting, Antoinette leaned on the tree nearest to her. "I should never have raised my eye to that stupid cat." She started rambling. "I should've never even bought that cat!" her voice raised in incredulity. "I wanted a dog, for heaven's sake!"
She sighed as she regained her breath. "I swear I'll start jogging as soon as I get back hom—" she topped. Home. She never thought of her current situation seriously, even after she was chased by ghoul-looking creatures. "All of these feels like a dream." She said to no one in particular. It always helped her to just talk; it doesn't matter to who or what. (She once talked to a glass of water after a heated argument with her mother.) "It feels as if . . . Well, like, some movie—or a story. I would like to wake up now. Like, NOW." She sighed again before standing up and choosing some random path to walk unto.
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Should I continue?