"Fine then! Be like that! Be the assholes you totally are!" I slam the door in my parents face. I hate them. They won't let me go to Shaniya's party, even though she's my best friend. They think it's 'too late'. Too late! It ends at 12:00 on a Saturday night! I'm not in kindergarten anymore! Ugh. I hate their stupid faces. I stalk over to the window and watch Rogue, my cat, leap over the neighbour's wall. I wish I was Rogue. Able to go anywhere, anytime. In fact, I can just imagine my hands becoming paws, my ears pointing up, my little twitchy nose and whiskers. I grin as I think of silky fur, and seeing things from both way up high and way down low. I close my eyes and really imagine. I think hard, wishing, wishing, wishing. But when I open my eyes, I'm still horrid old me. Ugh. I hate my mousy brown hair, my ugly freckles and my dark brown eyes. I look like a total lame-o-nerd. I close my eyes again, trying not to let the tears spill out. I fail. I lie on my bed and sob myself to sleep, once again wishing I was a cat.
I dream vividly about cats, feeling their fur, looking into their mesmerising eyes. A cat with light yellow eyes and snow like fur comes and speaks to me. She looks like an angel. "Hello Phoebe!" She said. Her voice was soft and inviting. "You're one of us!" I am about to ask what that means, when my mum shakes me awake. That was the weirdest dream I have had in a while. Jeez.
