Charles Apollo Thompson
A Cat That's Not a Cat but Smiles Like a Cat
It had been...a day hadn't it? Well he sometimes felt like he lived in a different timeline. Sometimes it was like he could see it, just going by. Like he could see hours pass, minutes pass, seconds pass. It was always passing him. You would think this meant that he would miss a lot, if time just continuously passed him by. But no, that wasn't the case. He saw everything. He felt as if he knew everything. And it was a good feeling. Because you can't very well mess with people if you knew nothing about anybody or anything. If you were full of air then you would get nothing but balloons, so to speak. Oh but where had he been? That was a question wasn't it, the one people were quite curious about. Yesterday he had gone to the library and he had read a lot of books. To gather more and more information. And he had, as per usual, fallen asleep in the library. Stretched out in a chair as a book laid upon his eyes.
Sometimes he felt as if he was a cat with how much he, slept. But that was a discussion for another time, depending on how nice time was to everyone. There was a ball. Wasn't there? Yes. But that had passed. Interesting. He was in his room at the moment, just staring at the ceiling. Stretching a bit as he felt the light hit him, telling him by its rays what the general time was. He got out of the bed as he moved to the shower and took a shower, washing his hair and his body and all that fun stuff. He hated water and that is why showers were preferably. They were quick. You just got in and got out. Way better than baths. Just thinking of baths made him shiver. those were the work of devils. Anyway he finished that mess and got out, getting a towel out. Got all dressed.
Went to school.
He walked towards a tree and went up the trunk. He went and lent against the branches as he started to merely stare at the people wandering the school, figuring he would say hello to those that interested him. And he could only hope that there would be someone worth talking to. I mean there had to be. They couldn't possibly be all dull or else the day would last longer than it should. He looked and saw Lock and Shock, which he had no interest in. A girl with a penchent for violence was just asking for a hard life. Then there was Lyle, the human who was more child like than he had been at five. HE waited. Just...waited.
Where Am I Now?Outside the school, sitting in a tree
Whoever are you with Chess?Why myself, thanks for asking