Cat Shifter

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I stand there stunned, people rushing past me to get to lessons. Everything was a blur,  I could still hear Elliots laugh. Even though he had long gone to lesson.
He was lying.  Lying.  But lying about what?  He might know. 

Oh my god. He could be the Borador. 
Or lying about the pizza. 
It could be massive.  It could be something just plainly stupid.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head. I just mumbled "No... No... No...No..." over and over.
I must of looked like a mad man.  But maybe I am.  Maybe I'm not a shifter.  Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm crazy. I can't be crazy. But that's what the crazy people think.

I jerked my head up to a sharp tap on my shoulder. I turned around to glare at the person, to find out it was on of our dinner ladies. Margery, I think her name was.
A; small, plump, lady around 70 years old. Stood in front of me with her arms on her hips a sympathetic smile on her face. I clasped onto her arm, silent tears cascading down my face.
"Honey, it's time to let go. And move on."

That's when I blacked out.

*·. *·. *·.

I dont know if her words were deliberate.  But apparently she got quite a shock. As the school nurse told me.

Sat in a pristine, white room. On wooden chairs with a green cushion.
The school councillor sat across from me with a pen impatiently tapping her clipboard.
"Miss Smith. Are you sure there's nothing going on?" a note of annoyance in her voice.
I shook my head abruptly signalling the end of the conversation. She sighed giving me a quick glare. She jerked her head towards the nurses office.
"Brenda! Just give her some Paracetamol, she's faking sick!"

I stood up and briskly rushed to the office. Brenda gave me a sympathetic smile a put a few tablets into my hand.
"Take these and wash them down with water, then you can go home." She explained as she handed me a shot glass with water.
Why does a school have shot glasses... Well I guess I know what they do after school.
A took the shot glass and popped the tablets in my mouth, washing it down with water. As I turned to leave Brenda pressed a note into my hand, smiled and walked away. As I got to the school gates I read the note...
It was just a note excusing me from school for being ill.

As I walked home I thought about what happened. What Elliot meant. Everything. I cant really be crazy. Can I? Could this all be a figment of my imagination? A dream? A TV show? A book? Could I have read this, seen this, dreamt this, and just forgot this isn't my life? Could I really be crazy? Possibly. Before I knew it, I was outside my house. Staring at the door. Holding the handle.
Not going in. Before I noticed a flicker, just a flicker, of movement. About 295 degrees from where I'm standing, to my right. It's right on the edge of my eyesight. A white butterfly, the sun reflecting of it's wings and into my eyes, which are now slitting, to help me see my little prey in clearer vision.

I drop to the ground and prowl to the butterfly, it flutters around. As I leap from my spot, a small movement catches my feline eyes and cause me to loose focus on my prey, jumping a few feet to the left. With defeat I turn to hiss at the thing distracting me. A fly. Thank god I'm still in my human form. Or I would of lost control over killing that god damn little fly. I stand up and brush the dirt of my clothes. Dirty, but not noticibly dirty. Perfect. Nearly. Not pristine but clean. OK for now. As I walk over to the door and pick up my battle door bursts open,  with my Dad there.  Holding a bag.

"Hey princess!  I'm just going to....  The pub.  Here,  get a take away. Bye! " he pressed a £5 into my hand and practically leapt into the car,  driving off.  Over the speed limit.

Huh. That was all....  Wierd.
He called me princess... And gave me money... I think he's started taking drugs. I dont want a druggie Father. An alcoholic one was bad enough. As I walked into the house, true to his word I stretched across the sofa and ordered some pizza. Its nice to have the house to yourself.  I prowled up to my room and got the catnip from underneath my mattress and stretched across the sofa in the living room.

Well... Hey!  Life couldn't get any better.  Half a day of school,  home alone, pizza.  And catnip!

I think things are finally perking up for me.  I even managed to forget the whole Elliot thing.