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Changing Sides: Chapter TwoChanging Sides
Chapter Two: The Life of a Poor Innocent Cat
I turned around and my gaze traveled up the shoe to a dirty pant leg then to the body and face of a man with his arms crossed over his chest. His shirt had Animal Control printed in big white letters across the front and he held a big net in his left hand. I couldnt tell whether it was the fact that I was a cat or not, but he was huge and his face was not too friendly looking.
I smiled, nervously taking a step back Good evening sir! H-hows the job going?
His face didnt change and I got confused. I tilted my head to the side, my tail swishing back and forth. Then I remembered I was a cat and this guy couldnt understand a word I said. He took a step towards me and I took two steps back.
Listen! Im not a cat! Im a human! I called frantically but he made no intention of stopping. I gave up and decided on option two run like hell. I spun on my
Changing Sides: Chapter OneChanging Sides
Chapter One: Goodbye to Old Friends
I sighed and placed my head on my desk. My eyes wandered around the classroom, not really focused on anything the teacher was saying. I wonder what Aoyama-kun wants after school today? I thought to myself. He said he had something really important to tell me. My thoughts took me into a daydream. I saw Aoyama-kun kneeling down, holding a ring in his hand and presenting it to me.
Nya! No no no! Its too early for that! I squealed, my face flushing bright red.
Too early for what Miss Ichigo? came an un-amused voice.
Huh? I realized too soon that I had spoken my thoughts out loud and now everyone in the class was staring at me with confused eyes. The teacher stood in front of my desk tapping her foot and holding her lesson book under her arm.
Next time you decide to daydream Ill make sure you do it in the principals office! she said sternly before turning away and resum
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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