FICTION by Elise Crepin, 5th grade
Prologue
Hi. My name is Satan, and I am a cat. Sadly, I did not get to choose my name, nor did I choose how many bad things happened in my life, but that’s not important. This is the story of my life.
Chapter One:
Lazy Days
I sat against the window, wondering when my owners would return home. I did not know whether I loved them or not, but they kept me alive, and that’s all I cared about. There were three of them, one man, one woman, and a boy. The man was the dad, and I’m not sure what his name is. I don’t know what the mom’s name is either, but I think I know the boy’s name. His name is Parker, I think. And from his size, I would guess that he is around six or seven years old. I mean the world to him. There are three reasons why I don’t really like him.
He named me Satan.
He keeps on putting this stormtrooper helmet on me.
He hugs me too much.
I suddenly heard the door open very quickly, and the mom and Parker came inside. Parker ran to me, so I ran away. There was no way he was going to put a stormtrooper helmet on me again. I ran under the table. “ Come out Satan!” He screamed. I stayed put. “Just let her be, Parker. She’ll come out eventually,” said the mom. “ But I want her to come out now!” Parker whined. “ Don’t start, Parker,” said the mom. “Now go to your room and go play with your toys or something.” “ Fine,” said Parker with a whiny voice. I went back to the window and I took a nap.
Chapter Two:
Run
The next day, my owners went to work. Apparently, Dad came home late last night, so I didn’t see him. Dad left the house first, then Mom and Parker left at the same time. “ Bye bye, Satan,” Parker said in a very disturbing voice. After they left, I realized that I had not taken a nap in the last two hours, so I took one.
When I woke up, I checked the clock. 5:00. They should have been home. Parker and Mom usually come home at 4:00. I waited. Three hours go by. 8:00. I took a short nap, and two hours went by. 10:00. I steal a slice of bread from the kitchen, and thirty minutes go by. 5:00 soon turns into 11:00. The house is still empty, so I go to sleep.
I woke up, and the house was empty. I went to the front door and I went through the cat flap, where I saw two men. One was carrying a camera, and the other had a microphone. “ Late last night, a family of three had tragically died,” said the man with the microphone. “We do not know what has happened to the family yet, but stay tuned for more info.” I ran.
Everywhere.
Nowhere.
Away.
Chapter Three:
Back From Hell
No, my owners are not actually coming back from hell. They are dead. Therefore I am homeless, and I am running pointlessly. And I also just ran into a tree, which was really sad. I am not happy or sad, but mad.
I am mad that they are gone, and I am mad that I am now homeless.
But, come to think of it, I am happy that I will never have to wear a stormtrooper helmet again. And that is the only thing that I am happy about. I don’t know what to do now, but it is getting dark. Allow me to go find a sewer to sleep in.
I woke up to find a colorful butterfly on my nose. I do not like colorful things, so I ate the butterfly. It was quite tasty. I stepped out of the mucky sewer, but please do not question me. It was the only place I could find. The sun was shining, and it was beautiful. Then I saw something less beautiful. I found a squirrel on a tree. I do not like squirrels. Their tails are too puffy, and the noise that they make is just as disturbing as listening to Parker scream. I get as far away from the squirrel as I can. I soon run into a small village. There is food everywhere. Especially in trash cans, so I dive into one. It's nice to have a juiceless apple after eating a colorful butterfly. It is a nice mix. I look across from me. I saw something that was just as disturbing as listening to squirrels and listening to Parker scream.
Chapter Four:
Cliff Hanger
It is a dog, but I do not know his name yet. So I will call him Bob for now. Bob stares at me. I stare at him. He barks at me, so I hiss at him.
He runs at me. His owner tries to stop him. I do not run. I am tired of running. I am tired of running from my home. So instead I do nothing. Bob sits in front of me. I sit in front of Bob. I wait for Bob to do something. He does nothing. I claw at him. He ducks. Bob bites my ear.
“What exactly are you trying to accomplish, you uncivilized pug?” I tell Bob.
I know for a fact that Bob is far from a pug. But it sounds mean and cruel. That’s why I said it. Because I am mean and cruel. He tells me his name. His name is not, in fact, Bob. His name is Max. I do not like his name. It reminds me of squirrels.
Max’s owner tries to pick me up. I claw him. I run. Max chases me. “Okay, pug. What game are you playing?” I say, pausing. “I am not a pug,” says the uncivilized pug.
Chapter Five:
More About Uncivilized Pugs
The next morning, I ran into an uncivilized pug.
“Go away,” I tell the pug. He does not go away. “Fine,” I say, irritated. “Do not go away. Follow me around like an uncivilized pug. Because you are one.”
“I am not an uncivilized pug,” said Max, finally speaking up.
“I don’t care what you say, pug,” I say, trying to sound mean and cruel. Because I am mean and cruel.
“Umm, I’m actually a husky. There is a pretty big difference,” says the pug.
“Well, Max, that does not really matter because I am still calling you a pug. And do not say otherwise,” I tell the pug.
“Okay, fine,” he tells me.“I’ll change the subject. So, where are your owners?”
It is the most stupid question I have ever heard.
“They are dead,” I said as simply as I could, hoping that he would comprehend, considering his tiny brain.
“Umm, okay. Maybe I should change the subject again,” says the pug.
“Yes you should,” I told him.
“Oh, you know what? I have to go. My owner is aggressively pulling my leash,” he said.
“Yes, pug. I am aware,” I respond. “Meet me back here tomorrow,” he tells me.
I find my sewer and go to bed.
Chapter Six:
World of Dreams
“Come out, Satan!” I hear Parker sceam. He is home. He begins to pet me. He feeds me. He loves me. He is home.
I wake up.
Parker is gone.
Chapter Seven:
Rise of the Pugs
The next morning, I go visit the pug.
“Hi, Satan,” he says.
“Hello, pug,” I respond.
“My owner is taking me on a walk. Do you want to join?”
asks the pug.
“Very well,” I tell him.
“I just have a question,” he says.
“Proceed,” I respond.
“Why do you talk so weird?” he asks.
“Pardon?” I ask, shocked. How dare he speak of my beautiful cat language. Shame on him.
“I mean, why do cats talk like that? It's just uncomfortably fancy,” he says.
He must be confused. But, then again, he does have a rather small brain. “Change the subject, pug,” I tell him.
“Umm, okay,” he says. “You know, I overheard my owners talking about adopting you. It's about time we have a new pet at home,” he says.
I think about it. “Okay,” I respond.
“You mean you’ll stay?” he asks.
“Yes, pug,”
Max’s home is cozy. My bed is next to his.
“Good night, Satan,” he tells me.
“Good night, pug,” I respond.
Later that night, the pug wakes me up. “Satan?”
“Yes, pug?” I respond.
“So, how did your owners die?”
I do not speak the rest of the night.
The next morning, I found Max.
He laid beside me, dead.
Chapter Eight:
Running Home
As you know, I am now running home. When I get there, I see a red car. I see a woman and a man inside. And a girl. And a kitten.
They have stolen my home.
I go sleep in a sewer nearby.
The next day, the house looked different. For one thing, there was a different car parked outside the house. There was something else. Two men. One with a camera. The other with a microphone. I ran.
Again.
Chapter Nine:
The Legend of Satan
Legend tells of a cat named Satan. This cat murdered eight people. She killed her owners, because they were annoying. She killed Max, the pug, because he brought up the death of her owners. She killed the new residents of her old home. The house of Satan is now considered haunted.
Anyone who comes in, never comes out.
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