My reading class story (HOLY CRAP)

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Okay, in hindsight, I cannot believe I wrote this much in like 2 weeks!!! But this sucks ass so just letting you know

Fair warning!!! This story has blood and stuff.

In the second, sleepier dimension with grass like a mango's skin; orange one side, greenish-orange in the middle, and green at the end, there was a little vanilla cat with nutmeg colored spots named Peanut Toast that was in their house, tugging at their mom's pants.

"Mama?" they asked in a sorta raspy voice. "Can I become a cathunter?"

"Alright," replied the tired mother. "As long as you don't hurt yourself anymore!" She had said the last part in a playful way, soon after pressing her kid's scar on their black nose with a hint of pink. Peanut Toast giggled and walked out the room, still snickering every couple seconds.

After packing up for the journey, the white cat went to grab their friend, Hyacinth, who would be helping Peanut along the way. Hyacinth was a dull bloody red on the ears from hair dye and a dusty periwinkle from the head down. He had musical knowledge on the keyboard/piano, so others called him "Hyasynth" as a nickname.

"So," Hyacinth said in a tenor voice, "why'd you call me here?"

"Remember how you said if my mom let me be a cathunter how you'd help?" Peanut Toast replied.

"Yeah, and?"

"Whatcha think I'm gonna say?"

"She said yes?"

Silence broke between the two, only being able to hear the rustling of tree leaves and dandelions in the warm wind.

"Wow!", Peanut said in a sarcastic manner, "How'd you guess?!"

"Beginner's luck."

Peanut Toast began to snicker at the response and got up from the picnic table they were sitting on to then say:

"I'll go pack up! See you later!"

"In a bit," Hyacinth said.

After that, Peanut kept his word and packed their stuff for the journey ahead. It didn't take that long though, because Peanut was minimalist yet messy. Don't ask how that's possible, I, their mom, Hyacinth (who has had many sleepovers there), and Peanut themselves don't know how that's possible.

After sorting through that challenge, they went back to the picnic table to find Hyacinth there, nose buried in a book. That's actually not too far from the truth, however, because his nose is pretty long. Without looking up from his book Hyacinth said,

"A bit is an hour. Got that."

He was holding a stopwatch, clicking on the stop button when he finished that sentence.

Peanut Toast laughed at that comment and said while still giggling slightly.

"Alright, supersonic. You know you yourself aren't known for being speedy"

"Also, you know how bad my room is."

"Yeah," Hyacinth replied. "That's also not my problem."

Peanut Toast rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's go."

Hyacinth got up and put his book in his backpack. The backpack was olive green with zipper tabs replaced with soda tabs. He said that it gives him "personality".

They began to walk into the dreary forest under the hot sun. It was a 5 mile hike to the sweater.

Wait, did I talk about the sweater before? Kidding. I know that answer; no. The sweater is the reason I said "In the second, sleepier dimension" at the beginning. The sweater is the gateway between your dimension and this one. It connects them and exists in both dimensions to travel. The sweater is the explanation behind bigfoot. He lives in the other dimension and decided to go for a walk one day. Well, I'll stop. The sweater is side-tracking us.