Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 1

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The dull orange tabby cat, reared its hind legs, getting ready to pounce on its prey, a young grey mouse. The cat jumped, soaring through the air, which landed on the poor creature, trapping it in its claws. That brings the total kill number to 12, in just this week. The cat tore the mouse to pieces, viciously, almost like it truly believed it was more than just a little tabby cat, perhaps a beautiful beast of the jungle, a tigress. But once the cat was down tearing the poor mouse apart, it walked away. Just like that, didn't even attempt to eat its prey. It was killing for sport. The cats orange coat shone in the sun, as it lay down to rest and licked the spilled blood off its paws.

I sat up, and looked down at my work. I've written better, but this is only the first draft, probably going to be scrapped anyway. My loving mother had volunteered me to judge the Junior Writing Comp our school holds every year. At an age of 17, I'm well and truly old enough to be judging, plus I'm over qualified for the position. If that's even possible. But going with judging means I have to write a piece for myself. It's not going to be officially judged, thank the lords, but it's a prompt for the younger children, who are usually just there for a little bit of fun, signed in from their parents. Little do they know, it's going to help them later on in life.

I go to stand up out of my kick ass comfy soft blue chair, just as my phone buzzes on the table next to me. Planting my butt back in the chair, I take a peek at the notification. Ugh great, it's from Rebecca Stone, the 'popular' girl at school. She was the most bitchiest, nasty chick you'd ever met. And you'd be lucky to never come across her. Everyone thinks she's, "such a darl", or "she's so pretty", but I honestly don't see it. She's got light strawberry colour hair, that reaches just past her shoulder blades, big wide hips and an ugly smile. She's the worst, but thinks she's absolute top stuff. I open up the message, and oh guess what, she's having another party. Yippie. But that's not every the best bit. It reads,

Heyyyy Everyone, Becca here.
Just want to let you know I'm hosting a bomb ass bonfire party this Sat.
Everyone whose not on the following list is welcome to come;
- Brooklyn Anderson
- Hannah Roberts
- Rose Butler
- Nick Thistle
I hope everyone can come and enjoy the time, oh and it's a $5 entry fee.
Thanks Everyone xx -Rebecca Stone

Stingy bitch, of course it's a $5 entry fee. Her family is one of the wealthiest in Jacksonville, but she likes milking everyone for all they're worth. I saw it coming though, my name being on her list. Brooklyn Anderson. That's me. Along with my two best, well, only friends, Hannah Roberts and Rose Butler. And Nick Thistle, Nerdy Nicky, of course he was gonna be on the list. He was the school weirdo. He was the one who was left to sit by himself during lunch, and the one everyone talked about, but no one talked to. Not unless they wanted homework done. And even then, most people avoided talking to him as much as they could. I felt bad for Nick sometimes, as I was kind of in the same boat. Except everyone ignores Nick, I'm always being called out on by the Snobs. Our little nickname, myself and my friends created for all the 'popular' annoying kids at our school.

I do a quick once over through all my social media, my snapchat, Facebook messages, email just incase, and then walk out into the hallway. Our house isn't very large, it doesn't need to be, there's only me, my brother and mum. After dad left us anyway. It's a cozy little house, only a single story, with a nice pale cream colour walls. Mum is waiting for me in the kitchen, already dressed, with a chocolate muffin in her hand. She takes off a huge chunk of her muffin and chucks it at me.
"You owe me," she says with a smirk, "now get to school, you'll be late otherwise."
Ugh school, the one place where I couldn't get away from anything, well more likely, anyone. I hate driving to school, especially when it was as hot as it was today. There's no AC in my old piece of junk, it's wind power for me. My little car is a passed down black Mustang from my dad when he still around. Who knows how old it really is? It could break down and explode today from being too old and I would be non the wiser.

It's only a short drive to school, a few minutes. Beats walking though, I feel bad for the people who are forced to. Even if they live just down the road. It's usually quite hot in our little town. I'm blasting out some of Taylor Swifts best worse songs, and every time I drive past a few junior kids, I can hear them singing along. It's nice to know there are still some pleasures in life.

There's only a few cars in the school parking lot when I drive through the big gates, and they're mostly just the snobs cars, but I thought I recognised a few of the teachers cars too. In the wrong spot. Huh. That's weird, teachers NEVER park with the students. Wonder why today? Parking the car in my usual spot, I turn off the radio and hop out the car. And that's when I desperately wanted to get back in the car, drive away and hit a tree. You can only guess who was standing right in front of the only doors the students are allowed to use. Rebecca Stone and her posse. Her little band of not so merry men included three other girls; Madison Clover, Stacy Dobson and Sarah Flicker. Oh and then there was her boyfriend, the 'hottest guy in the WHOLE school', Austin Sparrow. I hated them all, and I knew the feeling was mutual.

I'm not very good at gambling, but I could bet all the money in the world that Rebecca was already milking everyone. She's already collecting payment. All the money in the world. I walk up the front stairs and push past the five snobs, who all glare at me. I'm so tempted just to knock the cup Rebecca was holding, full of her 'milk' right out of her hands onto Madison, who was closest.

But then I heard a voice call out my name from the parking lot, "Brooklyn, wait!"

Oh god what does he want now...I can't deal with him right now.