Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Kitty and the Great Escape ❯ [over and over.] ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Ixona 
The story begins, and we open on the usual scene if Katrina's parents fighting. But, in the midst of it all, she wonders, 'Did they remember to get the mail?' Short chapter. Sorry! :[
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Mystery / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.03.2007 | Updated On: 02.03.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 607 | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
The story begins, and we open on the usual scene if Katrina's parents fighting. But, in the midst of it all, she wonders, 'Did they remember to get the mail?' Short chapter. Sorry! :[
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Mystery / Fantasy / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.03.2007 | Updated On: 02.03.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 607 | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
(Disclaimer: All characters, settings, places, EVERYTHING... Belongs to me. No dirty hands, please. <3)
Tuesday, 9:09 PM
"Mom?"
...
"Mommy?"
...
At it again, an apartment on the north side of the little town was filled with noise. Sounds of anger, sounds of pain. It was the kind of yelling you could hear all around you. It filled your eardrums and made you feel uncomfortable. The kind of yelling that made you hang your head and wait out the . It was the kind of yelling that... Well, you get the point. Anyways, Mister and Misses Fitzgerald were at it again with Katrina watching from the sidelines. Now, she didn't really like being called Katrina. In fact, she most often shortened it to Kitty, or Kat. But moreso Kitty, because the feline was her favorite animal! Her room was decorated with all sorts of little cattish things, right down to the wallpaper. But this is no time to be discussing Katrina's bizarre love of the feline! There was a fight in progress! Not like she wasn't used to it anyways. Little Kitty was off getting ready for bed as the two adults went at eachothers' throats in the kitchen. She was just about to go to bed then, and when she passed them by she uttered a meek, "Goodnight." To the quarrelsome couple.
And she was off to bed, tucked herself beneath the sheets to stare hazy-eyed at the ceiling. She had those funny, glowing things pasted up there, only they were all little fish. Like a giant ocean of fish, only... On her ceiling! Haha! Every night she would lay in bed and stare up at those fish while her mind swam with thoughts. For an eight-year-old girl, she had quite big hopes for her future. She wanted to become a child psychiatrist! And she was already putting in the extra credit to reach her goal.
There was the faint murr of sound still catching in her ears as the fighting went on not ten feet outside her door. Katrina was so used to it all that she fell asleep fairly easily. It had become almost a habit. Without some sort of noise in the background she couldn't sleep, so it all worked out, however traumatizing it was for her. And so she was out cold only moments after her head hit the pillow. Her mind almost always allowed for pleasant dreaming, and what do you think she dreamt about? Duhh. Her favorite animal. Younger kids were always so simple.
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Wednesday, 12:37 AM
It wasn't long after Katrina had fallen asleep that she woke up. The noise had long since stopped and there was finally peace in the Fitzgeralds' apartment. She slipped quietly out of bed, worming her feet into the little pink cat slippers and making her way towards the door to peek out. From the hallway she could hear her father snoring, and upon further examination she found that her mother wasn't asleep on the couch like she usuaully was. Hm! Kitty would pucker her lips in thought, bringing a hand up to suck absent-mindedly on it's thumb.
"Mommy?" She whispered, hoping to catch the matriarchal reply of the Misses, but no response. Must've not been home. Of all the things to think about, Katrina would wonder, 'Did mommy check the mail today?' So she hobbled sleepily over to the front door, turning the knob slowly before stepping out into the warm air of that summer night.
Tuesday, 9:09 PM
"Mom?"
...
"Mommy?"
...
At it again, an apartment on the north side of the little town was filled with noise. Sounds of anger, sounds of pain. It was the kind of yelling you could hear all around you. It filled your eardrums and made you feel uncomfortable. The kind of yelling that made you hang your head and wait out the . It was the kind of yelling that... Well, you get the point. Anyways, Mister and Misses Fitzgerald were at it again with Katrina watching from the sidelines. Now, she didn't really like being called Katrina. In fact, she most often shortened it to Kitty, or Kat. But moreso Kitty, because the feline was her favorite animal! Her room was decorated with all sorts of little cattish things, right down to the wallpaper. But this is no time to be discussing Katrina's bizarre love of the feline! There was a fight in progress! Not like she wasn't used to it anyways. Little Kitty was off getting ready for bed as the two adults went at eachothers' throats in the kitchen. She was just about to go to bed then, and when she passed them by she uttered a meek, "Goodnight." To the quarrelsome couple.
And she was off to bed, tucked herself beneath the sheets to stare hazy-eyed at the ceiling. She had those funny, glowing things pasted up there, only they were all little fish. Like a giant ocean of fish, only... On her ceiling! Haha! Every night she would lay in bed and stare up at those fish while her mind swam with thoughts. For an eight-year-old girl, she had quite big hopes for her future. She wanted to become a child psychiatrist! And she was already putting in the extra credit to reach her goal.
There was the faint murr of sound still catching in her ears as the fighting went on not ten feet outside her door. Katrina was so used to it all that she fell asleep fairly easily. It had become almost a habit. Without some sort of noise in the background she couldn't sleep, so it all worked out, however traumatizing it was for her. And so she was out cold only moments after her head hit the pillow. Her mind almost always allowed for pleasant dreaming, and what do you think she dreamt about? Duhh. Her favorite animal. Younger kids were always so simple.
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Wednesday, 12:37 AM
It wasn't long after Katrina had fallen asleep that she woke up. The noise had long since stopped and there was finally peace in the Fitzgeralds' apartment. She slipped quietly out of bed, worming her feet into the little pink cat slippers and making her way towards the door to peek out. From the hallway she could hear her father snoring, and upon further examination she found that her mother wasn't asleep on the couch like she usuaully was. Hm! Kitty would pucker her lips in thought, bringing a hand up to suck absent-mindedly on it's thumb.
"Mommy?" She whispered, hoping to catch the matriarchal reply of the Misses, but no response. Must've not been home. Of all the things to think about, Katrina would wonder, 'Did mommy check the mail today?' So she hobbled sleepily over to the front door, turning the knob slowly before stepping out into the warm air of that summer night.