Bored Kitty
Perched on a park bench, her legs pulled up to her chest, Neko watched the people around her go about their business. It wasnât because she was really interested, it was mostly because she was bored and didnât really have anything else to do. The hood of her lose grey hoody was pulled over her head, hiding the snow white cat laying on her head. Except for her tail which she kept swishing into Nekoâs face. âI understand youâre bored too Frost, but please stop.â
People rushing to and fro. Having this to do, that to do. Daniel has never been able to understand, he has never been a part of everyday life up until the past year. To him the rush of the day is a blur, confusing, madness. The only thing that does catch his attention is the one thing unmoving in the mass of chaos. One lone figure, sitting on a bench. Alone. Curiosity takes the boy as he catches sight of her, amber eyes blinking. With only slight hesitation he approaches, hoping that he'll remember the manners his sisters taught him in meeting this stranger.
















