Your Today, My Tomorrow

One- Hermione

I looked out the window of my apartment building. Mom was at work. She was always working as many late nights as she possibly could, knowing that many of the men come to the bar at this hour, which would give her the chance to get laid. I had finished my homework and Hermione was balled up next to me. I stroked her soft black fur. I had never been fond of cats, hated them after dad had died. But the day i saw Hermione on the side of the street, a little note tucked in her collar, and wrapped in a blanket, i knew i had to have her. The note had said,

'Dear beloved Missy. I loved you for awhile now, but i cant keep you no longer. Money is tight and you need a home. My sweet girl, you deserve everything life has to offer. And now you can. Enjoy your new owner and i hope they love and care for you as much as i did. - Bay Bay"

A little to much for a cat, i would've given that letter to my long lost daughter, if a had one. But, doing what i had to do i took the cat to my apartment and feed it some warm milk, because thats what people always did on TV. And the cat was fine. And then i took it up the street to the Pete's Pet Shelter, which was also a drive in vet. I parked the car and carried the cat carefully in an old mini dog crate that i found in a piled up in my closet. The vet had ran a few tests and informed me the cat was female and had been spayed. She was about 2 years old now. And she wasn't very friendly with other animals. But this cat seemed to like me. I bought a new cushioned bed and two bags of cat food. Then, we left. And when i got home that night the cat climbed into my bed and we snuggled.

"I guess you need a name", I had said. "Hermione. I like that name. You remind me of the Harry Potter movies yourself!"

And she still did, for Hermione had thick, jet black fur and yellow eyes. She was loyal and i had had her for 2 years now. Waking me from my trance of daydreams and remembrance, there was a loud slam. I heard footsteps come in. Mom. In she came with her bouncing blonde curls and fake boobs and neon pink lipstick painted on the end of her cigarette. She threw it on the floor and spit.

"Mom! Don't do that, Hermione could eat it!" I exclaimed as she picked the cigarette off the floor.

"Sorry hun, i forgot" said my mother.

"Its okay..just stop forgetting everything and it'll be okay".

"Its been a long day of work i need to sleep, night Gabbs"

Gabbs had always been my childhood nick name my father had gave me. Hearing my mother say it pained me and made me angry. Gaby checked her watch, 10:30. 'School tomorrow' I thought and i shuffled lazily into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and stumbled into bed.