10:34
Maxine woke up, book on chest. She had fallen asleep while reading last night. She gently removed the book from her chest and put it on her bedside table. Midnight was still staring at her, her brown eyes more brilliant every second. Midnight was trying to tell her something, she thought.
"Midnight?" Asked a worried Max.
"Yes, Maxie?" Replied a voice that sounded exactly when Midnight moved his mouth. The voice was juvenile, mischievous....but slightly calming, too.
" You....can...talk? No. Wait a minute. This is just a silly dream. This is a stupid dream, and I....I'm not amused. I am going to pinch myself, and wake up, and make a better, more interesting dream."
"Ouch. Anyway, this is no dream."
"One"
"Please don't hurt yourself."
"Two"
" It's not going to work"
"Three...!"
Max pinched herself hard, and yelped as her nails dug into her skin. She huffed, and grabbed a band-aid from her nightstand drawer.
"Dont tell anyone that I can talk, or I will scratch your face off!" said a lying Midnight, as he would never hurt his fairly new, but benevolent and.....magical.....master.
10:38
Max decided to go downstairs for breakfast, with a sleepy, purring Midnight in her arms. There was no-one downstairs. They must all be asleep, thought Max, opening the fridge. She pulled out some gooey, stinky wet food for her feline friend, and poured it into a small bowl, and then set it on a short glass-and-metal table that was designed for cats to eat on, like a tray. Midnight hopped onto the table and started munching away, making a funny noise with her mouth. Max snatched herself a frozen burrito, then tossed it on a plate and microwaved it until it was warm enough, then sat down and ate it. Max couldn't help but to stare at the kitty whist he ate. As they both finished up their breakfast, they strode into the living room and sat down on the couch. Max could hear Midnight claw himself up on the cushion next to her. She turned on the TV to a random channel.
"Oh, not this again!" Said an unhappy Midnight. "They showed this exact same episode three times yesterday!"
" How do you know?" Asked a curious Maxine.
" I watched them, that's how. When she goes to work, your mom always leaves the television on, with the remote conveniently on the coffee table. I liked this channel, and watched it for a few hours. And this one episode came on, like, three times." Midnight smiled a cat's smile as Max tried to wrap her mind around this- as far as she knew, a cat's memory was no better than a fish's.
"You are exceedingly smart, for a cat," remarked she, smirking.
"Think that's funny, huh? Fufufufufuufufufu....." Midnight giggled.
9:09 A M
Suddenly, for no reason in particular, the shimmering of Max's necklace grew. The shimmering turned to glowing, and the glowing turned to shining. The light reflecting from it was almost blinding, but even so, Max's eyes were drawn to it...
She looked over to Midnight, most likely to get any sort of answer, but all she got was a mischievous, almost evil, smirk. As midnight closed his eyelids, Max knew something was going to happen. Something big. As he opened his large eyes again, they had turned a bright magenta-fuchsia color, and gravity seemed to.....stop working. Max felt her feet being lifted off the ground.
As she looked around here, she took notice to the fact that everything around her was floating, too. The lamps unplugged themselves and started bobbing in midair, the water from flowerpots spread out in iridescent beads, the couch lifted off its feet bobbed around. It was....beautiful. Max's lovely dark hair flowed around her head, and her nightgown appeared as though a fan was blowing it up from underneath. The necklace pulled her to the middle of the room, with a force even she couldn't stop. With a skip of her heartbeat, Max realized...Midnight was nowhere to be found. As she desperately turned her head every-which-way, she found her little "feline friend" sitting calmly on the ceiling, still adorning that sickening grin. She felt herself shed a tear of frustration. As her frustration grew, so did the light emitted from the gemstone around her neck. It could swallow her up. It DID swallow her up. The whole room filled with light- and her knees hit a hard floor. Fast. This "magic" had left as quick as it came.
"What.........wa..s.........that....?" Inquired Max, out of breath.
9:32 A M
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite Normal
FantasyA seemingly normal 13-year-old girl, Maxine, has a cat named Midnight, whom she had known was special from the start. But, the strangeness of these events doesn't end there. A hybrid animal, a diamond necklace, and a village powered by a single sour...
