The Winds of Change

Schedules and a Big Flipping Book

Here is chapter, well i acan't remember the number lol. Pic on the side is of lexi's room : ). Hope you Enjoy. Don't forget to Vote and Comment.

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When Seth and Emili dropped me off at the house, I was greeted by Uncle Eli at the door. And . . . he didn’t look too happy.

“Where have you been?! You should have been home two hours ago! Now we have lost a whole day of training,” my uncle exclaimed grouchily.

“Chill out, I was getting a cat- and a job!” I seethed, internally trying to calm myself.

“A job? A job?! How am I supposed to train you if you have a frikin’ job? Where are you working?”

“The animal shelter,” I responded coolly. He may be my uncle, but I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me.

“So is this every day?”

“Yeah after school; about an hour and a half every day,” I estimated.

“Alright, we should still be able to practice at least two hours each day then, and there are going to be days that you’re gonna have to go solo. I also expect you to have enough responsibility to practice extra so you can hone your skills.”

“Okay, that’s fine I guess,” I looked down at Zane, who was looking up at me; his eyes were pleading for me to let him out of this God-blessed cage. “Can I go inside and let my cat out of his cage? He’s getting testy.”

“Oh, sorry, sure . . . um . . . what’s his name?” he questioned as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly when he realized he had overreacted.

“ZANE!” I yelled over my shoulder as I was already halfway up the steps.

When I got up the steps and closed the door behind me, Zane began talking and was a very different cat than what I had met at the shelter.

I sat the cage down on my bed.

 “Let me out, I wanna play!” My cat whined.

“Okay, chill I’m getting there,” I chuckled. “I don’t have any cat toys yet, sorry buddy.”

“Aw okay . . . . Um, how about—errr! Um what are those things called?” he sat on my floor scratching his head in a pondering manner; it was creepy how human it looked. “They’re a clear orangey cylinder with a white cap- they usually have writing on them. Ooooo! I hate my bad memory. They have tiny rattling things in them, and the doctor usually gives them to you.”

I could tell Zane was getting irritated so I picked him up took him downstairs. I sat him on the kitchen floor and pulled out every orange thing I could find and held them up for his inspection.

“Uh, how about this?” I asked him, holding up a pair or orange-handled scissors. He shook his head no, so I moved on the next orange thingy in the pile.

I went through a Gatorade lid, markers of every shape and size, glue sticks, headbands, books—I don’t even know why I thought this might be what he wanted, but I didn’t want to leave anything out, shoes, toothpaste, rubber bands, scarves, buttons, bouncy balls-he liked those so I sat them aside, a hairbrush and tissue paper- he liked this too. However, I still failed to find his cylindrical orangey doctor-prescribed toy.

Then it clicked.

I pulled a medicine bottle out of the bathroom cabinet, put a couple of buttons in it and tossed it at him. The rattling it made when it hit the floor made his hair stand on end.