(Chapter five) When White Wings turn to Black.

We drove to my grandparents house, I sat in the car staring out the window. Well, things diddent go as well they turn out, or as I hoped they would go. Then suddenly I rememberd something... "Hey mum?" I said. "Yeah?". she replied. "where are the cats? aren't we going back for them?". I asked.

"There going to be staying with dad". mum replied. Then I felt deep hatred for my dad. Not long ago I had fallen completely in love with a cat named Giggles. she was a Calico cat. With lots of white, and bits of ginger and tabby colour on her back, and her head is tabby coloured aswell. Her tail goes from beautiful brown to light gray. Her eyes are a light green, her pupils thin as a knife. and the most pinkish nose I've ever seen. I walked into petstock me and mum looked at all of the kittens in the cage fence. There where so many.

I held 3. And the third happend to be the love of my life. I held her so close. She melted into my chest. Then I held her body and chest laying on her back in my arms.

She looked up, we made eye contact, and then.. *Lick* She kissed right on my cheek.

I felt my heart crack from its stone surface,

I had fallen in love with this kitten.

I visited her often at the RSPCA. witch I now am a junior officer There. Then after week's of waiting. We finally got her. At long last I finally felt what real love was like.

I looked out the window again, hating my father for what he had put me through. I diddent need this drama in my life. Then we pulled up into a brick walked house. the garage was a dark green it was small, but big enough to fit a car. It was sitting on the right hand side of the property. The brick wall house had a dark coloured roof. And stairs on the front. We climbed up to the top of the balcony. and we went Inside. and boy, was that a hard time...

(Days later)

Few days after the change. I was not the same person I was a few days ago. Happy, out going, cheerful, always laughing, No.. that was not me anymore. I felt bitter, cold, nothing but negitive thoughts in my head, at that time I signed up for martial arts. Art classes. And Therapy. Every night after school I would take a shower, and go on my phone then go to sleep. On weekends I would go down to my dads house, where this all started. we diddent talk much. I hated my life then.