Wow... this is turning out pretty good in my opinion. I was worried that it might just turn dumb like fics I've attemtped before. Well, check out this for an intro to the next character, Sheryl. Remember, I'll take your suggestions, just try not to rip me to shreds here, I'm trying! So far though, the comments have been positive, so I'm optimistic ^_^.
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"I don't like this place, either," a young girl explained.
The cat 'meow'ed at this, and then went back to lazily lying in the sun. The spot of sunlight it was resting in was warm. It was a black cat, with a few irregularly-shaped white blotches here and there. One of those blotches surrounded his eye. For this reason, he had come to be known as "Patches". Sheryl didn't know whether or not he liked this name. She supposed it didn't really matter. But.. maybe it did? Maybe it could understand what she was saying to it? Perhaps that was a silly thought.
"I guess you don't have a choice, do you..?" Sheryl said to him, while he looked out the window from atop Sheryl's dresser. Out there was freedom.
"Will you stop talking to that dumb cat?? It's not going to answer back, you know. Try going and getting some real freinds for once," said the voice of an older female. Sheryl's mother, to be exact.
"Maybe it DOES understand what I'm saying!"
"You just think that because... because...". Her mother was lost in thought. "Never mind. Just go do your homework.."
"Ugh.... Patches... I hate this dump too...". Sheryl thought that there could possibly be some chance that somehow, Patches could understand what she was saying. If that were the case, he would be a better freind then any she had right now. Not that there were many freinds she had in the first place.
Sheryl was a fairly plain-looking girl. She didn't really bother to have herself made-up all the time. It wasn't necessary, she decided. Nobody was going to ever ask her out, much less be her freind. She had dark brown hair, and was about medium height for a girl her age. 15.. she was 15 and still freind-less. She had never really had any good freinds. At least, not real freinds.
I bet he can.... I mean.. we're so similar...
Similar. Sheryl thought that she was very similar to Patches. She might not have been too far off that mark. You see... Sheryl wasn't exactly... normal. At least, she didn't think so. Neither did her parents. Everyone else, however, saw her as the poster-child for the word 'normal'. Nothing was diffrent or special about her, in any way.... except....
"Patchy... wanna see me be a kitty again?? Maybe then.. you'd be able to understand me."
Sheryl, in reality, wasn't even close to normal. Ever since she could remember, she had the strange ability to.... to change. Yes, she could turn into something completely diffrent from her normal self. A cat. Her favorite kind of animal.
She just thought about...thought about something... Sheryl wasn't sure what exactly she thought about when she changed... she just told herself to become 'the cat'. This 'cat' she had inside her.. it was a special ability she seemed to possess. She was confused by this at first, since no one else she knew could do it. She quickly found out that it wasn't a good thing to let anybody know about it. Her parents threatened to beat her if she ever tried to change where somebody would see her.... they were afraid even.... she didn't know why. But they were afraid, that was all.
She soon became covered with brownish fur. A tail came out of the top of her faded jean shorts. Her hands and feet became...somewhat like paws. Finally, her ears became pointed and moved to the top of her head. You could still tell it was her face, but it had changed shape slightly, and there were now whiskers coming out by her small feline nose. She was now, in a sense, a human cat. Patches woke up for a minute. He looked at her.... then went back to sleep.
"Patches! Look! I'm just like you now! Don't you... understand me?". He apparently didn't. She sighed, but it came out more like a kitten's mew. Her mother caught a glimpse just as she was walking by Sheryl's room.
"Sher.....Sheryl?!?!?" Her voice was high-pitched and desperate. She stormed into Sheryl's room, her hands shaking nervously. "What.... are... you...... DOING?!". Those hands turned into fists. The veins in her forehead were almost popping out of her skin.
"Mom!". Sheryl switched back to normal. As if it would do her any good now.. Sheryl's mother had strict rules against her using her 'power'.... ever.
I knew I should have been more careful..... ugh....
"Mom.. I um...."
"Sheryl!! You KNOW you are NOT supposed to be doing... that in this household!"
"I can't do it anywhere else!"
"Then the answer is simple: DON'T DO IT! I've already told you- no, me AND your father have both told you- NO 'CAT-GIRL' IN THIS HOUSE, OR ANYWHERE ELSE! I simply won't have people seeing you... like that... We'll have a talk with your father when he gets home.... argghhh.....". Sheryl's mother quickly ran off to the kitchen.
Patches came up to Sheryl's leg, purring. She pet him, and said, "You know, Patches... I want to get out of here just as much as you do... and when I do.....". She trailed off.
Perhaps he does understand...?
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"I don't like this place, either," a young girl explained.
The cat 'meow'ed at this, and then went back to lazily lying in the sun. The spot of sunlight it was resting in was warm. It was a black cat, with a few irregularly-shaped white blotches here and there. One of those blotches surrounded his eye. For this reason, he had come to be known as "Patches". Sheryl didn't know whether or not he liked this name. She supposed it didn't really matter. But.. maybe it did? Maybe it could understand what she was saying to it? Perhaps that was a silly thought.
"I guess you don't have a choice, do you..?" Sheryl said to him, while he looked out the window from atop Sheryl's dresser. Out there was freedom.
"Will you stop talking to that dumb cat?? It's not going to answer back, you know. Try going and getting some real freinds for once," said the voice of an older female. Sheryl's mother, to be exact.
"Maybe it DOES understand what I'm saying!"
"You just think that because... because...". Her mother was lost in thought. "Never mind. Just go do your homework.."
"Ugh.... Patches... I hate this dump too...". Sheryl thought that there could possibly be some chance that somehow, Patches could understand what she was saying. If that were the case, he would be a better freind then any she had right now. Not that there were many freinds she had in the first place.
Sheryl was a fairly plain-looking girl. She didn't really bother to have herself made-up all the time. It wasn't necessary, she decided. Nobody was going to ever ask her out, much less be her freind. She had dark brown hair, and was about medium height for a girl her age. 15.. she was 15 and still freind-less. She had never really had any good freinds. At least, not real freinds.
I bet he can.... I mean.. we're so similar...
Similar. Sheryl thought that she was very similar to Patches. She might not have been too far off that mark. You see... Sheryl wasn't exactly... normal. At least, she didn't think so. Neither did her parents. Everyone else, however, saw her as the poster-child for the word 'normal'. Nothing was diffrent or special about her, in any way.... except....
"Patchy... wanna see me be a kitty again?? Maybe then.. you'd be able to understand me."
Sheryl, in reality, wasn't even close to normal. Ever since she could remember, she had the strange ability to.... to change. Yes, she could turn into something completely diffrent from her normal self. A cat. Her favorite kind of animal.
She just thought about...thought about something... Sheryl wasn't sure what exactly she thought about when she changed... she just told herself to become 'the cat'. This 'cat' she had inside her.. it was a special ability she seemed to possess. She was confused by this at first, since no one else she knew could do it. She quickly found out that it wasn't a good thing to let anybody know about it. Her parents threatened to beat her if she ever tried to change where somebody would see her.... they were afraid even.... she didn't know why. But they were afraid, that was all.
She soon became covered with brownish fur. A tail came out of the top of her faded jean shorts. Her hands and feet became...somewhat like paws. Finally, her ears became pointed and moved to the top of her head. You could still tell it was her face, but it had changed shape slightly, and there were now whiskers coming out by her small feline nose. She was now, in a sense, a human cat. Patches woke up for a minute. He looked at her.... then went back to sleep.
"Patches! Look! I'm just like you now! Don't you... understand me?". He apparently didn't. She sighed, but it came out more like a kitten's mew. Her mother caught a glimpse just as she was walking by Sheryl's room.
"Sher.....Sheryl?!?!?" Her voice was high-pitched and desperate. She stormed into Sheryl's room, her hands shaking nervously. "What.... are... you...... DOING?!". Those hands turned into fists. The veins in her forehead were almost popping out of her skin.
"Mom!". Sheryl switched back to normal. As if it would do her any good now.. Sheryl's mother had strict rules against her using her 'power'.... ever.
I knew I should have been more careful..... ugh....
"Mom.. I um...."
"Sheryl!! You KNOW you are NOT supposed to be doing... that in this household!"
"I can't do it anywhere else!"
"Then the answer is simple: DON'T DO IT! I've already told you- no, me AND your father have both told you- NO 'CAT-GIRL' IN THIS HOUSE, OR ANYWHERE ELSE! I simply won't have people seeing you... like that... We'll have a talk with your father when he gets home.... argghhh.....". Sheryl's mother quickly ran off to the kitchen.
Patches came up to Sheryl's leg, purring. She pet him, and said, "You know, Patches... I want to get out of here just as much as you do... and when I do.....". She trailed off.
Perhaps he does understand...?