Once upon a time, where sand was falling and the water was floating, there was a little village at the foot of the mountain. In this village was a little house, in this house there was a boy. The boy got no game, no rizz, no hoes. He only got a cat. She was gnarly loud as a gnat. The boy got no sleep because of her. From her he got only scratches. With her he got into a lot of screaming matches. She was the only woman he ever gotten. And he got only hatred from her. But he had forgotten other women of his life, the grandmother who got him the clothes on his back. The mother from whom his life has gotten. And his sister. The sister from whom his cat he has gotten. The cat, the only woman in his life that stayed, but... the cat has runaway.
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The boy with the cat
Short StoryThis was an homework for english. It's not good, but it was fun writting it. Credits to my co-writer, my classmate Veronika (she doesn't have wattpad so yeah).
