As I pulled back the blanket that hid my home from the world, my cat came bounding out. I don't know exactly what kind of breed she is, but I'll probably never find out. She's little, due to not enough food, and has a mix of black, brown, and orange in her fur. She has a little orange triangle on the left side of her face-her left. I named her Makinzy. She also goes by baby girl, Kinzy boo, or Kinzy. She was a gift from my parents, the first and the last. My parents had left me in the orphanage when I was three. They didn't have enough money to raise me right. No one wanted me, so I stayed in that Orphanage for years, hoping that my parents might come back. Now I'm 13, no one wants a teenager, so they kicked me out. At least the owner of the orphanage is nice, and gives me money for food. I was Ms. Cathy's favorite. She supplied me with blankets, pillows, and even a home. My "house" was a little tree house that she had gotten built for me. It wasn't the biggest in the world, but it was home. I went through the blanket door to reveal my things, my bed in the back, two old bean bags, a little rug, a bench, and an old-timey TV. Yup. Home sweet home.
Picture on top is the outside of the house, picture on the bottom is the inside.
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The Book Of Secrets
FantasyEmma stumbled across an old book in the library, with no author, no title, nothing. She asked the librarian about it, but she doesn't know. The librarian said she could, so Emma keeps the book. Yet Emma doesn't know that the consequences that she wi...
