It was a cool spring afternoon, the sun light was starting to dim through the forest trees. I trudged through the woods down the street from my house. I always went there after school; I liked to sit next to the creek and study.
It was hard for me to do my homework at my house, because of my father’s drinking, and my parents' constant bickering. The two of them were always fighting over something; normally his drinking. This made it nearly impossible for me to stay focused on my daily activities.
sat down, my history book on the rock next to me, when I heard a cat meowing in the distance. He came out of the bushes to the left of me. I recognized the orange tabby; it belonged to my next-door neighbor Kevin, who was always mean to me.
I stood and walked over to where Trig was standing thinking how much Kevin loved that cat. “ Trig come on. It's okay,” I called.
Gently, I reached down and picked him up. I ran my hand over the small of his back. As the cat purred for more attention, I smiled. I decided to sit the cat on the ground in front of me, and ran my hand down his spine once more.
I grabbed up a large rock.
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