Hi, my name is Violet and I have a story to tell. If you wouldn't mind, would you please listen? This story is about someone important to not just me, but a number of other people. This Is about how this person saved all of us, and how we failed to save her. We will remember her as a hero and we want not just us to know, but the whole world as well.
I'm home! Silence. I guess mom's "working" again. I threw of my jacket and shoes somewhere on the floor, but hung my favourite, ice blue scarf on the wall.
A little cat with an eye colour similar to my scarf jumped of the sofa and purred for food.
I found the poor cat behind the school building a cold December night. The cat was lying inside a dirty and worn out cardboard box.
I remember pausing for a moment, just looking at the cat I don't know why, but in a way that cat reminded me about myself.
Suddenly I snapped out of it and told myself that I had to get it together.
I bent down slowly so that I wouldn't scare the little cat and reached my hands out to pick up the cat, that's when I noticed how skinny it was and it looked like it had a bruise on its stomach.
I decided to lift up the whole box and I was a bit startled over how light it was.
I started to run down to the veteran as fast as I could while trying to make it as comfortable as possible for the cat, but at some point, I guess I started to cry because at the time I reached the vet people looked at me with a concerned look on their face.
That's when I felt tears running down my face, but I just couldn't understand why I was crying.
Because crying wouldn't help one bit.
It wouldn't solve anything.