Purrfectly Alone

Chapter 2: School

Who would of thought of such a thing! I rub my eyes. The cat slowly puts its body down and meows loudly. As loud as a baby crying. I am surprised the kids don't see this. They are too busy playing football together and worrying about their hurt friend.
I turn the key in the keyhole and open the front door to let the cat in, but instead it runs away, seeing it's brown and white tail pass the wall and disappear, I shut the door and turn the key anticlockwise to lock it. I try to call for the cat out of the window but no answer.
Here in Sardinia, cats and dogs are sometimes let go out of houses or get locked in front gardens. I think it's cruel but that's what people do.
This cat must belong to someone. Either that or its a stray. But if it does belong to someone, who are they and is their cat magic?
I quickly snap out of my deep thoughts and realise I'll be late for school. Picking up my bag I run out of the house and zoom down the street. School is only a five minute walk but I like to be early, before all the crowds arrive. It gets so crowded that sometimes I can't see my feet! Being small is tricky when getting around school, but here most people are.
At school bullies roam around, looking for their next prey. They beat up the first years and steal lunch money. Good thing I am in the fourth year. In my first year, I was so small that they probably didn't even notice me.
The teachers walk around as though this is their Palace and everyone has to do what they say. It's kind of true.
During class, teachers are so boring that this one kid in my maths set falls asleep every time they start a sentence. To be fair, class is very boring.
In my year, people are expected to be more mature. Well.... NOPE. Last week in class someone threw gum at the teacher. It hit the board. They got such a bad telling off that they cried coming out of the Deputy head's office.
That's why I am quiet.
I usually sit at the back of the class. It is very quiet back there and it is usually empty. No one wants to sit back there. Usually, the goodie two shoes sit at the front. Then the bullies, sport boys and girly girls. Then me. Only me. The cat kept popping into my mind. I couldn't focus.
Questions coming up in my head like...
Who's is it?
Why did it wave?
Am I imagining it?
I don't know any of the answers, but I was ready to find out.