Yay! Second chapter! Please review, is it too plain, does it need more description? Any kind of comments are fine. In this chapter, I decided to make Kerry seem more like who she's based off of, personality-wise.
splattermusic does not own the concept of The Cat Returns and its characters
Kerry looked up at the sky. She thought, though words raced through her mind like bullets, ricocheting off the sides of her cerebrum, and they hurt just as much. She tightened her eyes and grimaced. Annabeth looked worriedly at her friend.
"Whoa girl, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Kerry replied in a monotone voice.
Annabeth frowned at her friend, "Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"
"Yes, I'm positive, now may I please enter my home?"
Without realizing it, Annabeth and Kerry had already arrived at the latter's house. Annabeth bit her lip as she started for her own home. She outstretched her arm, dropping the remains of her beloved lacrosse stick into a random trashcan.
"Call me later; I want to make sure you are okay."
"Will do!" Kerry faked a smile and as soon as Annabeth disappeared around the corner, the corner of her lips dropped like a stack of weights. 'Why did Annabeth have to be so freaking nosy?"
She trudged up the steps of her front porch and stopped in front of the house, it was simple enough. It was a two story house, yet it had less space than a house with one story. She foraged through her satchel and finally located her key. She inserted metal into metal and opened the door. "Hi Mom, how was the meeting?"
Her mother looked up from the laptop, "Hmmm. Dinner's in the fridge. It's from the cafeteria at the building the meeting took place."
Kerry reached into the refrigerator, past by numerous unopened food containers and she grabbed the green plastic container.
"Ugh, salad again? Mom, can you buy something else from the cafeteria next time? We aren't rabbits."
"Well you could always get something else from the fridge," Kerry's mom's eyes were still glued onto the computer screen.
"I'll just skip dinner, she'll never notice anyways."
Kerry splashed water onto her face and she looked at the mirror. She stared at her big brown eyes and black hair. "Hmm, didn't that cat also have black fur and brown eyes? Well, one brown eye and partially black fur."
She changed into her old matching spring green pajamas, grabbed her knitting bag and headed downstairs. She plopped next to her mother as the staid woman continued typing. She nonchalantly started to knit and her mind drifted away. "Who was that cat? What was in that box anyways? It must have been really important to almost die over."
Her mind returned to a conscious state and she asked the simple question, "Mom, do you think cats can talk?"
"Mmm-hmm," her mom replied, without thinking. Then her mind slowly realized what her daughter had just said, "Wait—what?"
Kerry's mother had already folded away her laptop and charger and sat on the couch, finally relaxing, "You know, you thought cats talked when you were younger too."
"I did?"
"Yeah, but you were only three years old."
Kerry smiled as she threw another miniature sushi roll into her mouth. She skipped along and grabbed another one of the tightly rolled finger foods. Her smile was ear to ear and it was completely full of innocence
"Meow!"
Kerry looked back and saw a smoky grey kitten covered in dirt from its head to its paws. She smiled down at the kitten and she set her little box on the ground. "Here kitty, do you want some sushi?"
"Meow!"
The kitten proceeded to eat. Kerry gently stroked the kitten's matted fur, the kitten's fur was several shades darker than its original light grey, "You're really dirty kitty."
This time, the kitten was too busy eating to answer. Kerry slowly pulled the blue bandanna which had been covering the box the whole time. She wrapped the bandanna around the kitten's neck, "There, now you're prettier!"
This time, the kitten looked up and, "Meow!
""Kerry! It's time to go," Her mother motioned her to get going.
Kerry jumped excitedly as she ran towards her mother, she yelled, "Mommy! Mommy! I talked to the kitten!"
"And what did the kitten say?"
"And you know what you said?" Kerry's mother laughed, "You said 'Life is tough.'"
Kerry stared at the ceiling, leaning against the wall, "So I can talk to cats."
There! Done, remember, if my story is bad, please let me know, I'm a newbie at writing so it's not my fault (well, technically it is) but I am new so don't blame me!
-splattermusic