Life's Little Moments Twilight 25 Round 8

by MinaRivera

A challenge to write complete twenty-five flashes - 300 to 500 words each - based on predetermined prompts within a 3 months period. Entries must not relate to each other or other published works. Each chapter will have a different rating. Canon Pairings. All Human. [Banner Cover by Deebelle1]

23. Prompt 23

The Twilight Twenty-Five
thetwilight25 dot com

Prompt: #23
Pen Name: MinaRivera
Characters: Bella, Charlie
Rating: T
Word Count: 375

Photo prompts can be found here:
thetwilight25 dot com/round-eight/prompts

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Crazy Girl

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"What the hell are you doing, Bella?"

I started at my father's voice and looked down. He stood with his hands on his waist and wearing his police uniform. I was so focused on what I was doing that I hadn't heard him pulling in.

"There's a kitty in here," I told him, pointing at the corner.

"And you couldn't call the firefighters? Did you really have to climb the freaking roof all by yourself?"

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't climb to the roof!"

"Doesn't look like to me from here, Bella!"

"I jumped from my window, okay?"

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

I cringed, hearing him curse and stomped to the front door, no doubt to call the firefighters.

It wasn't really a big deal. The jump wasn't that far, barely three feet down to the garage's roof. There was a tight corner between the roofs where I had spotted the little kitten. I had no idea how it had gotten all the way up here, but the little thing had been meowing since I got home from school, almost four hours ago. It took me that long to figure out where the meowing was coming from.

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty…" I cooed, extending my hand.

The tiny tawny cat, who I deduced was a girl by the colors of her fur, sniffed my fingers and slowly crawled towards me.

"That's it… good kitty, good kitty…"

When she was close enough, I grabbed her by the back of her neck; she let out a tiny squeak in protest, but was quick to cuddle close to my chest when I had her in my arms. The poor little thing was freezing cold.

"I'm going to name you Tiny," I told her as I climbed down using the vines on the side of the garage. "I'm going to take good care of you!"

Dad scowled at me when he saw me walking into the kitchen, but his face softened when he spotted the little ball of fur in my arms.

He sighed and pulled out the milk from the fridge, and I knew he was going to let me keep her.

By the time the firefighters arrived, Tiny was already drinking warm milk and purring in delight.

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This chapter is un-betaed. Please forgive any mistakes.

Thank you for reading. xo ~Mina