Kitten (Pet Play) Diaries

Moving...

It was a dry Summer day in July. I was lying out on the warm grass of our front lawn reading a book. My mother kept hounding me to go back in the house and pack, but I refused and kept reading. For all I cared my father could grab my things and throw them into the car like a heap, because I wasn't moving.

My mother thought it would be a good idea to move in with my father for the rest of high school... I thought the lady was out of her mind. But here I sit on my front lawn waiting for my father to show up and yell at me for not being packed and ready to go. I didn't want to go... Florida was my home... and now I'm moving all the way to some small city in California.

I already planned to graduate with the few friends I had, and have a crazy year long road trip with them... now every plan I made is disappearing and I don't even have a say in it.

On the other hand maybe it was a good thing I was moving... At my high school I'm known as the freak with cat ears. In my mind it's completely normal to wear cat ears and glitter covered chokers with bells but apparently, to almost everyone else there, it labeled me a freak show. Maybe it wasn't normal.... maybe it's not normal to like playing with bells, and sparkly toys. Maybe it wasn't normal to wear cat ears and a tail to feel like myself... Well maybe I'm just not normal and I'm okay with that... You know wh....

I heard a car horn honk breaking me from my inner rant and I looked up to see my father impatiently getting out of his car and walking past me to yell at my mother for not having me ready. After hearing them argue for about an hour I gave up, went up to my room in the attic, and started packing.

I was only packing about 2 suit cases worth of clothes for the flight to California and my mother was going to send everything else before school started in September. I couldn't believe I was actually leaving... My father would put my suit cases in his car, we'd drive to the airport and that would be it... I'd be gone...

Maybe people will accept me at my new school... Maybe I could fit it... Maybe I could find other people like me...  Maybe I could someone.... yeah.... maybe I could find someone.