Forbidden

Chapter 1- Forbidden

     Hey guys, this is my first story on here, so sorry if this is terrible. Just an idea that popped in my head, I hope you enjoy! (Sorry for a horrible intro) *Spoilers for Supergirl Season 1 Episodes 7&8 included (:

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Annabelles P.O.V

     "Meow," purred my feline friend. I grumbled and shoved Morgan (my cat) off my head. We have this ritual where at six in the morning Morgan sits on my face. It's absolutely lovely. Since she's a cat, she believes that the world revolves around her, so it is 'expected' of me to wake up at the crack of dawn to feed her. I would just use an alarm clock but scratches me whenever it goes off. My last choice is to let her sit on my head, I'm desperate.

     "Yeah, Yeah, I get it. Salmon or tuna? Should we go wild and try chicken? It's not like I get much say," I muttered. Morgan just stared at me with her big blue eyes and blinked once. This means tuna, two blinks mean salmon, three means chicken. I don't know how my cat devised this system, but she did. I tend not to question these things. "Tuna it is," I threw my covers off and swung my legs over the bed. I slid on my thick rimmed, black glasses and left my room.

    I went down stairs to my kitchen and opened the tuna packet, I dumped it into her bowl along with some kitty pebbles. I refiled her water while pouring myself a glass. While setting down her water cup, I downed my glass in one gulp.

     "Life is so easy for you, Morgan. All you do is eat, sleep, binge watch 'Downton Abbey' on Netflix, and sit on peoples faces," I sighed to my cat, "Your life is like a paradise, I'd kill to live your life, just switching the whole sitting on peoples faces for playing scrabble, but... I'm rambling aren't I?" As a response I got the slit eyes. 

     I shook my head and pulled a bowl from the cupboard. Half-heartedly, I poured in some frosted flakes and raisins. Along with that I took some milk and dumped that in too. To top it all off, I sprinkled    some cinnamon in. Don't knock it till you try it.

     "Morgan, how does Supergirl sound? I just can't wait to see what Astra's plan is," I called over my shoulder. Morgan, in reply sprinted to the couch and curled into a ball with her eyes barely poking over her tail. My cat is ridiculously smart, I sometimes wonder if she's even a cat. I plopped onto the couch next to her and continued to eat my cereal while watching Supergirl.

     "I had no idea that Miss Grant would figure out that Kara is Supergirl, what's next? She'll figure out the Clark Kent is Superman. Boy, wouldn't that be awkward?" I wondered aloud. Morgan was still staring at the TV screen with her eyes as large as saucers. She looked at me with the biggest eyes imaginable. "I can't ask them to skip the winter break, remember the last time I tried to do that with the Flash, mega fail. No one believed me when I said "My cat forced me too,"" I glared at my cat. After just seconds she sauntered away. I wisely ignored her.

     "Annabelle! Your cat is in one of its moods!" My mom hollered, I walked the back entryway and looked up at mom who was standing on the landing. "The last thing I need to do is to invite Taylor Swift over to my house so you can apologize for your cats behavior."

     "Mom, my cat has a name, and she wants me to contact Warner Bros. So they can cancel the winter break on Supergirl," I replied. My mom was the only one who understood my cat and its brain. 

     "Oh, so I'm going to have to invite Melissa Benoist to dinner, Lemon Salmon?" My mom retorted. It was silent for a second until we burst into mad giggling. 

     "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! ALL YOU DO IS GIGGLE ABOUT STUPID NONSENSE!" Erin screamed from his bedroom. "Some people like to sleep." Mom and I shared a look. Erin fully believes that sleep is the best thing ever invented. He hates it when anyone ever wakes him up from it. Its unlucky for him that he's a light sleeper.