lalala, I'm sort of hyper and at a lack of sleep right now. And exhausted physically. Six hour soccer camp. Don't ask. But I think I'm ready for a championship match now. xD
It was time to break-and-enter into my best friend's house... while I was a cat. I mean, if I was human and one of Kailie's family walked in and found me there, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But as a cat? It was a little more exciting. Because God knows my life needs more of that.
Kailie's P.O.V.
Soccer practice? Cancelled. Had my parents bothered to figure this out before the dropped me off? Of course not, I thought bitterly. So now I had about another half mile to walk from home. Great, right? Because that's just everyone's freaking favorite thing to do on a crisp October morning on a Saturday, right? That was sarcasm, incase you couldnt tell. I sighed. Just another random twist in this hell-hole I live in. I mean, okay, the fact that Peyton had died was one thing. But then the memorial service? Ugh. Adults were very annoying. Can you imagine how many times someone said "I'm sorry" to Tara and me? And of course, hearing "I'm sorry" does nothing but piss me off. Although... the words and stories people told... I had wet tracks down my face, while Tara was biting her lip. I swear, it's like that girl has no tear ducts or something, I mean, even Peyton had cried. Once in a while. Tara never does. Even at her best friend's memorial. I couldn't call it a funeral anymore, because Peyton's body wasn't there. And because the world felt no different to me, I didn't think she was really dead. I still don't. I mean, surely the world would feel different if Peyton really was gone, right? I couldn't remember a time we hadn't been together, I mean, we literally were friends for life, the three of us. Why was I having all these intimate thoughts now, while I was teed walking home from a cancelled soccer practice? I have no idea.
Finally. I ran the last block to my house, trying to get warm. Had I thought to bring a sweat shirt? What do you think? If you thought no, congratulations! You're correct! Whoop-di-doo. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Ah. That's better, warmer. I set my stuff down and walked into the living room... why was there a cat at our computer? "Hey! Get outta here! Shoo!" What the heck? The cat looked at me square on and meowed. "Why are you here? Get out!" The cat swished it's tail and looked at me a second longer, then it darted out of an open window, wear another cat that looked almost exactly the same was waiting... what in God's name is going on? I swear they just cart-wheeled away. I shook my head and went upstairs, then proceeded to collapse on my bed. Not enough sleep is it... yeah, that's it, not getting enough sleep...
Peyton... er, Rumpleteazer's P.O.V.
Let me tell you one thing: There is nothing more auxhilirating than running away from your best friend's house as a cat. And trying not to curl up in a ball from laughter. I mean, the look on her face! If I could, trust me, I'd be laughing right now. Instead, I was streaking towards the Junkyard, racing Jerrie, whom I was ahead of, but not by much. I say again, you humans should try this. Running as a cat, I mean. You can run so dang fast. There really is no better feeling. Except for maybe, flying. Streaking through the air like a bullet. But as far as I'm concerned, no nut-jobs are out there grafting wings onto innocent children, are they? If they are it's certainly a well hidden process. Hence why I think it's not really happening - what am I talking about? Sorry for being a little unrelated there. Once I made it back to the big central clearing, I braced myself... and got tackled by Jerrie. We kept pouncing on each other, trying to get the other on the ground, and let go to our inner kittens. I mean, it didn't even strike me then that I was feeling more and more like a cat, and the human memories were already fading from my brain...
[A/N] Ah! August 30th! School! NOOOO! But anyway, hope you enjoyed... I won't say what I have in mind ;-)
