Who are you?
I wake up and look at my phone too see the time. 10:50. Ugh, to early. I gtell up and walk into living room and opened the window slightly.
I I stand there and I hear a knock on the door. Who the hell is knocking on someone’s door at 10:50 in the morning?
I go over to the door and open it. I was scratching my side under my shirt so it was up on one of my sides.
My hair was all messy too.
But when I opened the door a beautiful woman, about my age, maybe a little older stands at my door step.
She had black hair with these pretty red highlights. She was wearing a brown hoodie with a white polo under. With blue jeans and brown converses.
She was about 3 inches shorter than me. I looked down at her and lifted an eye browl at her.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
She just stared at me. Her cheeks, bright red. It was cold outside. It was snowing. It was almost Christmas time.
“Ma’am. Come inside. I don’t know you but I don’t want you to freeze. The snows ganna go on for a while.”
I pushed her inside and closed my door. She stood there looking at me.
“What’s your name ma’am?”
“Maple. Y-You?”
“Willow, but I go by Will sometimes. Ima go change into something different. Stay here.”
I walked into my room. I changed into a black bra and black flowy shorts with a jacket on. I honestly don’t care if I know them or not.
I’m ganna be comfy.
I walked out of the room and closed my door. I looked over to see Gwen sitting on the couch petting my cat, Trixie.
She’s white with black paws, I had acadentilly dropped purple dye on him when I was dying my hair.
So he had purple spots on her. She was purring. She never attaches to someone unless you’ve known her.
Weird…
I went over and sat next too her.
“So, you like cats?”
“Mhm! I love cats. What’s her name?”
“Trixie.”
She smiled and kept petting her. Huh. She really does like cats.
