t/2 – 15’
“What happened to you?” My dad asked.
“Don’t ask.” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Kitty, why are you soaked?” He was concerned.
“I had to walk, it’s a lot of rain.” I said while hanging my heavy jacket.
“You left the door unlocked.”
“Yeah.”
“Kitty, is there something going on?” He frowned a little, indicating he’d started to worry.
I sighed. Cutie, kitty, cutie pie. I needed to do something so that adults stopped calling me names. “Dad, can you call me Lynx like everybody else? I don’t like kitty. I’m not a baby anymore.”
“Fine. It’s going to take me some time to get used to that, you know?” He was serious but then he mocked me a little. “But Lynx it is. I made tea, you hungry?”
He said that because I just dropped my backpack and headed to the kitchen. “Very.”
“Alright,
