Nothing to say really. I was sleepy and I was bored. So I typed this. If you want me to continue, tell me. If I do continue this, I think this is gonna be the only first-person chapter. Oh, if anything here offends you or comes off as racist, I laugh.

“Talking bissh.”

((Thinking bissh))

Anthro-mutation: (verb) 1. An extremely rare disease where one might take on certain attributes of an animal. 2.A word I just made up for whatever the hell just happened to me.

And really! Of ALL the stinking animals!! Are you even comprehending the severity of what's HAPPENING HERE?? No, I suppose not. I guess I'll have to start from the beginning then. Sigh.

A beautiful young woman sat in a rocking chair, a small boy cradled in her lap, staring up at her intently as she spoke.

"Once upon a time, there was a silver panther named Moon."

"MAMA!" The boy giggled, "Panthers aren't silver! They're black!" The mother chuckled.

"Well this panther was very special. Moon was the kindest, wisest, and most beautiful cat-daemon in all of Foo.”

"What's Foo, Mama?"

"Shh, darling, all will be known in due time. Now will you sit still and be good for Mama?"

"Okies, Mama!"

"Now, then, all the other felines noticed that Moon was special and decided that she would be the first Queen of Felines. She lived happily with her mate, Umlilo, and had a beautiful baby boy deamon, who was every bit as beautiful as she.

"But then, Rugan, a saber-toothed tiger, began to get jealous. He didn't think Moon was good enough to be Queen. He thought that HE should be the leader. Rugan was a cunning cat and he tricked many into joining his side. Together with his forcefully convinced and almost unwilling army, he destroyed Moon's kingdom. He destroyed the castle, killed and captured many residents, and stole anything of value. After he was done, he began the search for the queen and her heir."

"Mama, NO!" The boy sniffled. "He doesn't kill her and her baby, too, right?! They gets away, right?" The boy clung to her middle, crying desperately. The woman smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair from his face.

"Of course, little one. Moon knew what Rugan had done and had been planning escape ever since she saw his army on this horizon. Moon was not strong enough to fight all of them, but she had the advantage of knowing the castle inside and out. She went through a secret passage way that led into the Still Forest.”

"Why is called the Still Forest, Mama?" The boy asked.

"Hush, my child. Moon ran as fast as her paws could take her, her baby on her back, and she soon found herself deep in the forest. Moon wanted to stay and fight to protect her people, but Moon refused to endanger her cub."

"Did she love him special like you love me?" The boy smiled happily. The mother smiled and nodded.

"Moon stopped at a tree, the biggest tree in the forest. She set her son down in between the tangled roots. She closed her eyes and chanted a spell. When her eyes opened, the tree and the boy were glowing green. 'Mama!' the boy cried, 'What's happening?'

"'Do not be frightened, little one. We're just playing hide and seek,' Moon smiled. 'You're it. Come find me, Unyezi,’ She whispered. The boy smiled and nodded, reaching out for his mother's hand.

"'Okay, mama! I'll count to ten!' The boy said. With his mother's hand clutched in his own, he began counting. By the time he got to 3, he disappeared."

"Where did he go, mama?"

"He went somewhere safe. Now all he has to do is find his mama." The woman began to fade away. The child's eyes went wide as he grabbed for her.

"Mama!!" He cried, hysterically, "M-mama?! MAMA WAIT!!"

"Find me, Unyezi. Find me."

And then I woke up. I didn't really care about that stupid dream. But I figure that dream is important. Don’t know why yet, but… So anyway, I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. I was still kind of snoozy, so I just knocked it into the wall and hoped it'd shut up. ((Go awaaayyyy stupid alarm clock,)) I thought.

"It's time to wake up!!" I hear the alarm scream.(( Gee, you don't say?)) I groaned and sat up.

"Arghhh," I yawned and rubbed my face. Why DO people rub their faces when they're sleepy anyway? It's ridiculous. It makes no sense. Haaaah. -1- Anyway, I absolutely reFUSED to get up. The whole world can go suck a cock for all I cared. I laid there for about 10 more minutes before my alarm 

clock decided it wanted to be a smart-ass and started screaming 'It's time to wake up!!' over and over again. Knowing good and damn well I'd actually have to get UP to go turn it off. Stupid alarm clock. Worst gift friggin' EFERRR!!

-Briiing. Briiing-

I already know who it is. My best friend Dante. He calls me every morning, otherwise I won't get up.

-briiing. Hey, sweetie! You got a phone call! Aren't you happy?...Honey! You got a call, dear….. AY BITCH!! I SAID YOU GOT A CALL!...HEY YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER! SOMEBODY TOOK THE TIME OUT OF THEIR FUCKING LIFE TO CALL YOUR BITCHA-

Why'd I ever let him give me that ringtone? I put the phone to my ear. “Hey, bitch.”

"How's my favorite cracker this morning?" I could feel said person's cocky grin through the phone.

"Wonderful," I moaned sarcastically, "Oh! Crack, I forgot to tell you! Bothadese was looking for you!" I snickered into my hand.

"What? Who?"

"Bothadese!"

"Bothadese who?"

"Both o' these NUTS!! OHHHH!!" I laughed as I got up. I made my way to my dresser, somehow stretching as I walked.

"Haha, very funny. I DID see Malong yesterday, though."

"Hm? Whos that?"

"Malong? That boy up in, uh, first period. That sit behind Telemesha."

"Okay, hold on. Wait so, Malong WHO?"

"MY LONG DICK!! OHHHH! Toasted, nigga!" Well he DID burn me.

"Hey, man. I'm not the nigger here," I dug through my dresser, throwing things out as they got in my way.

"Yeah, yeah." He laughed. We always make fun of each other. Mostly because...well, I'm white and he's black. Ultimate culture clash. I pulled out some black baggy cargoes and a black 'Scary Kids Scary Kids' shirt.

"Hmmm. I feel like I was supposed to do something today. Or like something important is supposed to be happening," I mumbled as I shuffled into the bathroom. I have one connected to my room. HECK yeah.

"I dunno, man."

"I think it might be something from school," I walked in to the bathroom, "No that's not it...It's--" I dropped the phone, "AAAAAAAAHHHH!!" I screamed and backed up into the wall. Hard.

"Eddy? Edddddddy. EDWARD MAN!!”

"Oh...Oh my God..." I collapsed onto the ground in front of the full-length mirror. I slowly lifted my hand to the top of my head to touch my...((Ear?))

Yes, for you see, somehow within the night, I had turned into some sort of...thing.

"What the...FUCK?!1?!" I tend to only use cursing for special occasions. I think this counted. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Yup. Ears still there. I could feel my tail twitch in perfect coordination with my eye. ((Wait...Tail??))

"WHAT THE FUCK!!"

"Edward! I will not have such language in my-- WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"That what I said!!"

"Oh-oh dear..."

"Ya THINK??"

"HEY I’M STILL ON THE DAMN PHONE!!"

"Gasp! Diante!"

"...Oops. Yo Mizz Barfeild."

A few more spazz attacks later I found myself sitting at the kitchen table. Me and mum had sat down to find every difference about me. I now had two fluffy/scruffy cat ears on top of my head. They were a weird. They were mostly gray, with random places of pink and white.

Gay.

My tail was the same way. Double fuck with an ice cream burrito. My hair was normal, thank God. The same shaggy-ish black hair that looked the same no matter what I did to it. The longest my hair could go without being cut is, at the most, two weeks. It keeps trying to grow long. I don't like it. So, my hair was prety much normal. Except at the very very tip of my roots I could see silver. Not gray. Silver. My eyes were different. They were white. Not just white- white, either. A luminescent white. Like the moon or something, with a baby-blue overtone. But that's pretty much it.

"Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” Mum muttered as she paced the kitchen. Why was SHE freaked out? I was the one who somehow turned into a CAT!!

“MOMMMMM!!” I moaned. “What’s going oooonnnnn…..?” I groaned and head-desked.

“Don’t do that, dear, “ Mom sighed and sat down at the kitchen table with me. She scrutinized me for a moment before taking a deep breath, “I am going to take you to the doctor and have those…things removed.” I love my mom, really I do, but the only thing going through my mind at that time was: ((Oh FUCKKKKKK NO!!))

“EEEK!! But won’t that hurt??”

“Sweetie, it has to be done.”

“Ick! NOOOOO!!”

“Edward, darling--”

“There is NO WAY I am cutting off something ATTACHED TO ME!!” It's a guy thing.

“Listen here, Edward--” Just then, the door slammed open.

“EDWARD MANNNN!!” I suppose I should take thes time to describe how Diante and my mother look, since they’re pretty important. Diante was average height and surprisingly skinny, though you couldn’t tell with all the baggy cloths. He dressed like your average gangster, I guess. Not noticeably nice or bad. He did have unusually green eyes. Not normal for his race, but its happened before. Personality wise, he’s probably the geekiest un-gangster guy I know, no matter what he might tell you. Now, as for my mom, me and her look nothing alike. Well, we didn’t look alike before the mutation, I mean. We still don’t look alike NOW, but….Anyway, mom, aka Tina, is a redhead. She is really pretty, which means all the guys like to talk about her to me, damn them. She’s rather small, though, and has gray-blue eyes. I am NOT talking about her body, dang it. She’s pretty, let’s leave it at that.

“Diante! You should be at SCHOOL!!” My mother looked at him, appalled. Psh.

“Okay, dude here just SCREAMS and drops the phone and you expect me to go to SCHOOL? What hap--Oh. Well damn…..” Diante looks at my ears, “That explains it.”

“Uhhhhhh, yeah,” I sweat-dropped and scratched the back of my hand, “I think it’s something I ate.” He nodded. “You know, you’re acting shockingly cavalier about this.” I noted.-2-

“Well, shit, man. What do you want me to say?” I was just surprised my mom didn’t beat him for using so much coarse language.

“I don’t know. ‘Wow’? ‘What the hell’? ‘Why do you look like you just popped of a manga’ perhaps?” I rolled my eyes.

“I like the last one. Yeah, I’ll go with that.”

“The last one?”

“Let’s lock in these lyrics.”

“Dude! I don’t even KNOW, man! I just…woke up and I was a CAT!!”

“Ch,” Diante snickered, “Gay.”

“This is NOT the reaction I was looking for!” I mean, seriously. Who could take something like this so easily? Apparently, Diante. “MOOOOMM!!”

“Don’t talk to me, dear, I’m thinking,” Mom has to have completely concentration while thinking. And whenever anyone says ‘MOM’ she always looses her train of thought. Damn kids.

“Well, what’re you guys gonna do?” That was the theme of the morning.

“We don’t KNOW, Diante,” I glared.

“Edward, dear? You’re going to have to go to school.”

“WHATTTTTTT??”

And so here I am, in my first period class, nearly a mutant. Argggh. What am I going to DO?! Why me? WHY!?

I feel like fajitas.

-1- Dane Cook.

-2- Juno.

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