"Kitty" sat quietly at her spot in the park, listening to the screeching of the seagulls as they passed by. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, the cold salty air was still unfamiliar to her as each breath filled her lungs, it stung. She had nearly forgotten when they had moved to this god forsaken town in the middle of nowhere. While it was a chance to start over... Her eyes moved to look at the mask on the ground, an all too familiar face she tried to love. The white mask was painted with a small smile, and a matching pair of eyes, warm and gentle in their expression.
Her hands reached down to the ground, holding it up to look at it better. Small imperfections here or there but... her hand swiped away at the dirt on the edges before she returned it to her face. The warmth from her breath against the material was a welcoming sensation. The air was becoming too cold, too unfamiliar; before long, winter would be there. Her phone chimed a pleasant sound, a text message.
Mom:Hi kiddo! We were talking about dinner and wanted tosee if you wanted anything in particular tonight?
A quiet sigh escaped her as she went to stand, her hand pressing against something cold and almost sharp. The sensation made her flinch, jerking her hand away. Quickly she stood, looking at the foreign object. It was a plain looking notebook. 'When did this get here...?' She spoke softly to herself, looking around a brief moment before she bent over to pick it up. Her hair stood on edge, a shiver crawling down her spine as she froze in place. With a quick shudder the trance was broken, clacking her teeth together as she shook from the unexpected cold front.
"I'll have to find it's owner later. It's too cold!" She tucked it into her bookbag, making her way back towards home. An unsettling feeling lingered deep in her stomach as she walked, trying to rationalize with herself it was only the weather. "Soon I'll be at home, tucked into bed, warm, and safe." Kitty spoke aloud to herself as she walked, a few people turning their heads to glance in her direction.
The front door was opened and shut rather quickly, the sinking feeling now nauseating her.
"Hey, Cat, you didn't respond to my message so we're gonna do chinese food, is that-"
"I'm not hungry." She walked up the stairs, taking them two at a time before she made it to her room, her head pounding now. The door locked with a click behind her, throwing the book bag onto her desk, her own self launched across her bed, the multitude of stuffed animals cushioning the blow. Kitty pulled off the mask, the cold air hitting her lungs all at once. "God!" She grimaced in pain, all thoughts of the notebook and it's owner far from her mind. "I hate this stupid town and the stupid cold air, and the stupid- AURGH!!" She screamed in frustration.
"I wish we never moved to this town."