I had no idea how much more I could take. How long was this going to be, would I be stuck here with these ravaging cats forever? A ten-year-old can only deal with so much.

"Martin, Jaypaw, should I say, run." Firestar nudged me, but then backed off as Bluestar's tail whipped a large jug off of the cabinet. I cover my mouth to conceal a loud yelp that was rising in my throat. Freezing cold water poured out onto me, and I throw the jug away, knocking a young tabby tom off his feet.

"GO!" Firestar's hiss was too harsh for me to just sit there. I jump up and run.

The instant I got to the door, Bluestar sprinted up with something caught between her jaws. She reached up onto her hind legs to give it to me, and I pull the door open, slamming it shut before a cat could escape into the dangerous streets.

"Martin!" The teacher. Oh, great. But that was the last of my problems: my Mom was with her. My eyes widen, and I stuff the charm like thing in my pocket before she could see it.

"Mom, don't go in there!" I blocked the door, holding out my arms like a shield. No way was I letting anyone in on what I had just seen, especially my mother. All she had to do was move my arm about an inch, and she pulled the door open.

"It's-" The room was clean, the cats were gone, and everything was back to normal. "-Crazy."

"Hey, look." A sneer from the class made me turn around. Zach. "He peed his pants!"

"It's water!" I screech at him, but the whole class was laughing. Everyone but Aviva.


I know it's a bit late, for everyone following this thing, but I've been busy. Aaandddd...the thing with "Short"? Please give me a chance. It's not my fault!

CH. 3 coming up in a little while!