Hey every-a-body! Sorry, haven't updated for a few, but here's the story!
Luke's POV
The Professor had just dropped me off, and I was standing in front of my house. My parents weren't home, and the door was ajar. I walked into the house and whispered, "Mum? Dad? Lucie? Are you here?"
A few seconds later, I heard a tiny mew.
Lucie, I thought. She must be under the sofa.
I looked under the sofa, and she wasn't there. Loveseat? Nope. TV? Nope. Refrigerator? Nope. My bed? Nope. My parents' bed? Nope. I finally found her trapped inside the bathtub completely wet. I grabbed a towel off of the towel rack. As I dried Lucie off, I asked her in a soothing voice, "Who did this baby… Was it mum? Dad? Poor baby…"
I heard footsteps.
Flora's POV
As soon as the Professor and I stepped into our home, the telephone was ringing. I picked it up and said the usual "hello" to the person on the other line. It was Luke. He said when we dropped him off, the door to his house was ajar, his kitten, Lucie, was in the tub, soaked, and his parents weren't home.
"Are you alright, Luke? Do you want the Professor and myself to come over? You know what, before that I'm going to bake you some cookies." I kindly said.
"Please, come over. But please don't bake cookies. You remember last time you did, you almost burned the house down and *cough*killed us. *cough cough*" Luke replied.
"Fine, no cookies. Okay, I'll just tell the Prof. and we will be over right away! Hehe you didn't say anything about brownies…. Bye!" I said. I hung up the phone quickly and ran to the kitchen.
"Professor! Do we have any-" I was cutoff by the Professor.
"Flora. I don't think it's such a good idea baking cookies. You remember last time…" the Professor slightly yelled.
"Luke is worried about his parents and his kitty, because when we dropped him off, his door was open, his parents weren't home, and his kitten was soaking wet in the tub. I just wanted to make him brownies." I explained.
"Oh. That's fine." Professor said.
After an hour, the brownies were done and the professor and I were off to Luke's house. When we finally got there, we walked inside ( because the door was still open ) and called for Luke. There was no answer. We looked around, and there were mud tracks on the ground, too big to be Luke's. Luke is in deep trouble.
Getting better I hope! That's all for now…. Ik. Peace to the peeps!
CeCe
