The Cat Did It...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

A true story that happened in the middle of one of my classes. I thought of this girl in a whole different way. At first she was typical and she never really liked me as a person, but then I found out that there's more to her in what she represents herself as. Never judge a book by its cover if you don't know what lies in its pages.

We were sitting next to each other in the computer lab. She was typing something on the screen, the assignment that we had been told to do. For once, I noticed that she wasn't wearing a hood. She was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt, and had some bracelets to decorate her wrist. I guess the bracelets were too big for her petite wrist because the bracelets fell down to her elbow as she typed. It revealed something that made me gasp.

She looked over and noticed what I was staring at. She gave me a look as if to say, "What's your problem?" She never really liked me, despite my attempts to be her friend. I was never sure why. But now I finally found something that we could relate to. "What are those?" I asked, referring to her arm.

"Oh," she said in a panicked tone. "Those are from my cat. She does it to everyone..."

I stared at her arm for a little longer. And then I nodded and pulled down my sleeve, making sure that nobody else in the room was watching. I showed her my arm. "You gotta hate them cats, right?" I told her. Her eyes were full of complete and utter shock. But all I did was ignore it.

I rolled my sleeve back up as if nothing happened and continued to work on the assignment. We worked for the rest of class in silence.

Submitted: November 09, 2014

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I'm confused, why is it such a big deal that they both cut themselves? I would think that would be a bad thing, not a bonding moment?

Sun, November 9th, 2014 4:11am


It showed that after feeling alone for so long, she finally found someone she could relate to. It wasn't really a bonding moment but they felt sympathy toward each other if that makes sense...

Sat, November 8th, 2014 8:25pm

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