Cat Spell

A/N:This is my very first story. I know it's probably not great, but I want to share it. Enjoy!

:)

Chapter 1:

Jenna's P.O.V

Being a soccer player sure took takes its toll, I'll tell you that much. I have at least three games

today, and I have to be downstairs for breakfast in about thirteen minutes. I'm awake at five-o-

clock in the morning and its Saturday. I hate being up early on weekends! Normally my games are

during the week days, which doesn't really bother me much. That's probably why I'm so not used

to this earliness right now. But I love soccer. I've been a player ever since I was in first grade, and

recently I've started playing for my school's team, the Wolves.

Now,I didn't want to play for my school because I have to keep up my grades, being an honor's

student and all. Plus, my other season of playing state soccer just ended. But I still love it. What I

don't love is having games on weekends. What I DO love however is the team name. I love dogs. I

have three dogs. One is a female springer spaniel with brown ears,paws,and speckles. Her name is

Doodle. She is the sweetest thing. My other dog is our oldest dog, Shelly, a Siberian Husky. Our

last

dog is Dacy, a German Shepard. We recently rescued her from the shelter I work part time at in

the summer. So, if that isn't proof that I love dogs, I don't know what is then.

I glance at my clock. Dangit! Time flies when you're thinking too hard. I stand up,stretch,and

yawn. It's too early...Any-who, I open my door and trend down the brightly lit hallway and step

lightly down the white carpet stairs. Before heading over to the kitchen, I unlock the front doors

and head outside. The sun was blazing over head, and the crisp April air ruffled in the Florida

breeze. The palm trees' leaves dance over my house, as they did to most of our neighborhood

houses. I don't want to seem snooty or anything, but our neighborhood, Odyssey Avenue, is nicer

and larger than most. I enjoy these types of mornings when I can just walk outside and be free. I

unlock the gates to the backyard and go over to the small brick shed. The lush green grass tickled

my feet as I unlocked the door and let the dogs out, greeting each one of them. I walk to the back

door of my house, unlocked it with the key under the mat, and let the dogs in the house. They pile

inside instantly and circled me, obviously wanting food. The food area is in our downstairs

laundry room. It's where the dogs find the most sunshine in the house.

Pouring the last of the food for the dogs, I walk back into the kitchen and put two bagel halves into

our toaster. I see a bowl of eggs on our counter. Obviously they're hard boiled. Peeling the egg, the

toaster goes off, indicating my bagels are done. I get my bagels, butter them in jelly, and sit down