I sat in class reading Harry Potter knowing I shouldn't. But it had captivated me beyond anything else...and of course, my mom loved the books too. As I neared the end of the second chapter, I started feeling weird. A tingling, scary kind of weird. I knew the feeling all too well. I sensed an impending doom. I felt it thickening, making me feel like I was suffocating. I immediately stood up and walked to my teacher's desk and asked her to go to the office so I could call my mom. (Prior to all of this, the people at school had set it up where if I started feeling like that, that I could call my mother. I worried about her a lot with her being so sick.)
I remember calling my mom and she told me the news that CarlyBeth, my kitty had died at the vet office. I remember crying uncontrollably because I loved that cat so much. I was the one who found her a year previously, underneath the couch where her moma gave birth to her. I vaguely remember some boy asking if I was okay. After I got off the phone with my mom, I went back to my Harry Potter book, seemingly contented that my mom was okay but in the back of my mind, I knew it wasn't. That all of my troubles were going to begin shortly.
