Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Now THAT was a nightamre! One hell of a scary one! I still remember the sound of her broken voice as she would explain to everyone how to calculate the number of electrons on an atom with a « very simple » graphic. The physical sciences teacher… the physical sciences class…

I tried to listen to these « very simple » explanations while drawing Kitty in my Canada Notebook (Do they have USA notebooks in the States?!…). My mind was quite absent. I had been troubled these last days, and by many events (But especially the now far away math exam…). Fortunately, when things were becoming too hard, I could escape reality by closing my eyes and sliding back into my own world. My world, where it is Halloween every day, where school and maths don’t exist, where Kitty and I can get lost as much a we want and where nearly everything and everyone is a cat. A cat or a pumpkin. Don’t ask, I’ve always loved pumpkins… The word itself is lovable.

At lunch time, I ate lunch. At the beginning of the third class, the third class began. At break time, I had a 10 mins break to go get my books for the next class. At the end of the day, well at the end of the day, the day was not over…

I took the bus, which dropped me at my bus arrest, and there, I was not surprised to see four black cats, awaiting my arrival, hidden behind the walls of the pastel pink house. They had not showed up, to my disapointment, the day before. But now, they were there!

Mystery, Miles, Sabbath and the remaining-to-name cat walked to me with short and graceful cat steps, their tails ondulating behind them. The striped tail of the no-name cat caught my attention once more. It looked like this cat had not picked the good tail the day of his creation. These white striped on this perfectly black and shiny fur of his looked like a pure mistake. A contradiction on the cat itself. As if he had hesitated at the last second about which color he wanted to be. It was funny…

I took a box out of my pocket. Immediatly, the cats caught the fresh smell of chicken that was coming out of it and they became nearly histeric. I opened the box and offered a catnip, a delicious catnip to each of them (I had bought these two days ago, especially for them… Well of course, who else…). They ate it as if thay had been starving for years, purring affectuously. I pet their heads for a while and then decided to go back home. They didn’t follow me this time, they ran away in the other direction, all except for No-Name. He stayed there, alone, and cautiously licked his paw. When the others were far enough, he ran at full speed to catch up with them. He was quite funny, I thought. No-name was still nameless…

Tomorrow is French Exam day. I’ll have to do a written work about a novel that was lent to us a month ago. May be that, tonight, I will read it, after all…

Children shouldn’t play with dead things.

See you in the mirror.

-Emily-