Chapter 1
On a warm day in June, Ryan set out on a journey. A journey for a
new life. He had decided to move out of his home, with his parents, and
move into maturity. He decided to move in, on his own. Ryan packed his
bags, and told his parents the news. "Mom, Dad, I'm moving out tomorrow."
Ryan's parents pleaded with him, "Stay Ryan, what have we done wrong?"
Despite everything his parents said, Ryan left the next day, headed for
anywhere $60.00 could get him. He ended up at the train station, buying a
one-way ticket to a town called West Point.
Ryan awoke on the train, to the sound of a door closing. A rather large cat had come into the car, and walked towards Ryan. "Excuse me," said the cat, "Mind if I take a seat?" Ryan stared at the cat for a second, wondering what had happened, or where he was. "Well?" asked the cat, impatiently. "Oh!" exclaimed Ryan, "I'm sorry, yeah sure. Take a seat." The cat hopped on the seat, and inspected Ryan, deep in thought. "So, why have you come on this train?" asked the cat suddenly. "Umm, I wanted to uhh." Ryan stammered, still in awe of the Bipedal, talking cat in front of him. "I'm, sort of. moving." The cat looked at Ryan as though he was the strange one. "I see, so your moving, and where are you living exactly?" the cat continued his interrogation. "I'm headed to West Point, but other then that, I wouldn't know" Ryan explained. The cat's eyes widened, as he spoke, "You don't have a house yet? My goodness, that's madness! Hahahaha!" Ryan shifted uneasily, feeling kind of stupid, when the situation was put that way. "At least you got money, eh kid?" the cat said as he finished his giggling. "Yeah" said Ryan, even though he had only $10.00 left, after the train ticket. "We're almost in town now kid, good luck, and good riddance" said the cat, getting up, and walking back out the way he came in.
Ryan awoke on the train, to the sound of a door closing. A rather large cat had come into the car, and walked towards Ryan. "Excuse me," said the cat, "Mind if I take a seat?" Ryan stared at the cat for a second, wondering what had happened, or where he was. "Well?" asked the cat, impatiently. "Oh!" exclaimed Ryan, "I'm sorry, yeah sure. Take a seat." The cat hopped on the seat, and inspected Ryan, deep in thought. "So, why have you come on this train?" asked the cat suddenly. "Umm, I wanted to uhh." Ryan stammered, still in awe of the Bipedal, talking cat in front of him. "I'm, sort of. moving." The cat looked at Ryan as though he was the strange one. "I see, so your moving, and where are you living exactly?" the cat continued his interrogation. "I'm headed to West Point, but other then that, I wouldn't know" Ryan explained. The cat's eyes widened, as he spoke, "You don't have a house yet? My goodness, that's madness! Hahahaha!" Ryan shifted uneasily, feeling kind of stupid, when the situation was put that way. "At least you got money, eh kid?" the cat said as he finished his giggling. "Yeah" said Ryan, even though he had only $10.00 left, after the train ticket. "We're almost in town now kid, good luck, and good riddance" said the cat, getting up, and walking back out the way he came in.