Over the years I grew up while he did not.
He somehow stayed that same age. By my early twenties, my family ended up moving away but I kept him and he kept me to this very day.
He's my angel, although he can act like a demon at times, Haha."
After telling her story a tiny black cat meowed while walking up to her.
Picking him up she gently scratched his chin as he purred.
Then she let him jump up onto the table walking to the middle.
There he sat for quite some time looking at all the teenagers with his big signature yellow eyes.
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The Inky Black Darkness
Mystery / ThrillerWritten as a Middle School project in 2009 Rewritten and Updated as of 2023. We were given the task, writeing our own horror book as we were learning the history of Mr. Poe and Steven King. This is where my love for writeing truely came from, Horro...
