SPOV

"Dad, where are we going?" I asked again. We were far out of New York, headed south towards Philadelphia.

"Sabby, how many birthdays have I missed?" He asked. I growled.

"Don't ever call me Sabby. You've missed six of my birthdays." I could practically hear him roll his eyes.

"Yes, well-" He was going to pass through an intersection. We had the green.

But that drunken idiot to our left couldn't see that.

I stopped the car seconds before we made it to the intersection. The other driver sped through the red light. I started hitting my father.

"And. That. Is. Why. You. Keep. Your. Eyes. On. The. Road!" I yelled. I fell back into my seat, angry and hot.

"Sabrina…" He touched me before I could tell him not to. "Ow! Damn it 'Brina!" He yelled grabbing his hand. I laughed.

"You think I can control it? I can't control half the things I'm able to do! Obviously Telekinesis isn't one of them, seeing as we're not emerging from a smoldering wreck! Why are you yelling at me anyway? I just saved your life!" He was silent. He knew I was right.

It was a while before he spoke again.

"I have this friend who tames exotic animals. I went there a few weeks ago and bought one as a belated birthday gift to you. We're picking her up."

I looked at him curiously. "What's the catch?" I asked cautiously. He laughed.

"No catch… Here we are." We pulled onto a dirt drive way. It reeked of weird birds, dogs, and unidentifiable creatures.

"Henry!" A balding man called, jogging up towards us. My dad and I got out of the car.

"Logan!" He called, smiling. He gave the man a bear hug. He turned to me.

"Logan, I'd like you to meet my oldest daughter Sabrina." I nodded and shook then man's hand.

"Dear banana cream pie. You do look a lot like your mother my dear." I smiled warmly. He turned back to my dad. "You want to see the cubs?" He asked.

"Cubs?" I asked, shocked. The men laughed. My dad called me over. We went into a barn filled with Zebra's, giraffes (The roof was missing…), Lions, and I think I even saw a hippo prancing around. We stopped at a boxed off area were a Mountain Lion lay. She looked up at us. She got up gingerly and walked up to the edge of the box. I stepped back instinctively.

"Ah, don't worry, 'Brina. Marmalade won't hurt you." Logan told me as he reached down to pet the cat. My father pushed me in front of him. I kneeled down and petted Marmalade. She purred in response, and then pounced on me. Licking my face, patting her paws on my chest and stomach. I laughed hysterically.

"Alright, Marmalade, that's enough." The cat got off of me. When I stood up, Logan had gotten the cage door open. He motioned for me to walk through. Inside the pen were six baby lions, playing and rolling around together. My dad walked in and picked one up.

"This is Sorsha?" He asked. Logan nodded. He turned and handed her to me. She was fairly big, but was rather light. She had pure honey eyes and a killer golden coat.

"She's mine?" I asked incredulously. My father hated pets, especially cats.

But I guess people can change.

"You like your present?" I nodded.

"Yeah she's perfect." I mumbled at him, awed at the gesture.

My father smiled. "Sabrina, I got some things to take care of before we go. You want to meet me at the car with Sorsha?" I nodded and jumped to the car, leaving my father scowling at my magic use and Logan bewildered.

"Exactly like her mother…" I could practically hear my father.

AN: I know this is weird… But I like Mountain Lions! And I can't update for the rest of the week, 'cause I'm not allowed to be on right now and am feigning homework! Also, I'm camping this weekend.

OVER AND OUT!