"Morning" he stretched.
"Why were you out so late?"
"I needed to the kitten more food look."
I looked in the cabinet and sat the new box.
"Why did you take a shower then?"
"It smells bad in the pet store."
"What did you want to go away?"
"Ants."
"Oh okay."
I just stayed with the kitten while he turned on the TV.
"Another kill from the street beast. This woman saw the animal. Would like to take about it."
I was being attacked by a man that was trying to take my purse and threatened to shoot me. All of a sudden he was knocked down and I heard growls and roars. Then I heard the man's screams and the animal was gone but a body lie in his place.
You heard it here folks. Another criminal was taken by the beast of the streets."
"So did you hear his screams?"
"No. I was at the pet store."
"Well that beast is really protecting so many people from death by some bad criminal."
"Yeah he sure is."
We just had a movie day that Monday.
"Good night Grayson."
"Night."
I closed my door and crawled into bed. Then sleep took me over.
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A Face That Can't Be Placed
Teen FictionPLEASE READ Is there really any reason to put a description. I'm putting myself in this story and that's how life is. An author is supposed to base the story off of whatever comes to mind but I honestly am writing this story from a great amazing poi...
