Sorry if this really, really sucks. Just to let you know. This story will get really, really weird. Hope it's still good.

I wake up feeling light headed. What the heck happened? Oh yeah, I fell out of a tree.

I wiped the goop out of my eyes and take a look around. This is not my room. It's too clean.

I slid out of the bed ready to look through the room to try an figure out who's it was, but I noticed something. I wasn't wearing my jeans. Instead there was a pink frilly skirt hanging just above my knees.

"Did I die or something?"

The bed tilted down slightly on the other side. Someone or something had jumped on it. "No you're very much alive. Can't say the same for me." Then came a chuckle.

I jumped off the bed so fast the skirt almost ripped off. I stared at who was on the bed and couldn't what I was seeing. A cat. Not just any cat, but Rocky. My cat, Rocky who'd died over a year ago.

"You're suppose to be dead!" I didn't know the back of the Ermalay was pet sematary.

"I am dead and there is no such thing as Pet Sematary. How do you like the dress?" He layed on the bed.

"It's hideous. How'd you know that I was thinking that? And if you're dead then how are you here talking to me?" I exclaimed.

"I'm connected to your life force. That is how I'm here and why I feel what you feel and know what you're thinking." He explained.

"Why?"

"I'm you're guide."

"Guide for what?" I asked.

"You ask too many questions." He hopped off the bed and walked over to the door. "Open this please."

I opened it for him. "Now follow me." I did. I thought cats were suppose to listen to their owners not the other way around.

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Rocky brought me to a field where some boys were playing.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"You have to meet these boys."

"Um... okay... " What is he trying to do play matchmaker or something? "They probably won't wanna hang out with me though. 'Cause I'm a girl."

"They will if you can play baseball."

"But I can't."

"Yes, but you have the ability to make yourself a baseball player."

"What?"

"Just try."

"Okay... " I tried thinking and concentrating really hard.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stop before you bust a brain cell!" He stood up and yelled. "You're doing it wrong."

"Well what am I suppose to do?"

"Make a spell."

"You mean like a witch?"

"Yes."

I'm actually listening to a cat. I've gone crazy. "Uh... " I tried to think up something.

"I'll say that ball will go across the field.

I'll make the bet,

but to win I'll need the skills of the Jet."

"Wow that was horrible. I thought you were in a band."

"We only do covers." I said angrily. I thought it was pretty good. "Do you think it worked?"

"See for yourself."

I ran over to them. "Hey, guys. Can I play, too?" I said coming to a stop.

The fat one stepped up. "Uh... wouldn't you rather be making cupcakes or something?"

Of course you would want cupcakes. "No I wouldn't."

"Listen up. We don't play baseball with girls in pink dresses."

"Yeah you might break a nail." A freaky looking blonde boy piped in. The others laughed.

What is this? The 30's? "I bet I could hit the ball all the way across the field." I said. They stop laughing.

"Are you crazy or just stupid?" The fat one said.

Maybe both. "Just get me a bat." I replied.

"You're not even wearing the right clothes!"

"Yeah." They all agreed.

"Just get me the bat, Lardo." They all laughed again.

"Whatever. Just don't hurt your wrist." He said handing me the bat and ball.

I threw the ball up in the air and hit it across the field like I said.

"Woah..." All of them said in unison.

The fat kid shook his head. "No, no, no. That must be a mistake."

The other blonde kid with the red shirt got the ball and threw it to me.

I threw it in the air. Across the field it went again. Only this time it hit a kid passing by on his bike.

Thanks for reading and please review. If you didn't like it just be honest. Oh and I changed the first chapter a little.