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I'm going to update all off the cahpters I have up since I jave a new beta britmck so thank you so much anyway enjoy =)
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My life changed due to three simple words: "We are moving ". I mean, my life was crazy, but I had gotten used to it.
Living up in the Scottish highlands in the middle of nowhere is odd. Also, having an uncle who studies hybrid animals is weird, and I only see him every six weeks due to the fact that he dropped me off at some exclusive boarding school.
Plus, I only have three friends. Call me antisocial, but even though I had spent over a year at the boarding school, I had never made any other friends. My friends' parents work with my uncle at the research facility up in the remote highlands of Scotland.
So my life in general was pretty strange, but it got stranger with the fact that we discovered a piece of land near the facility was being bought and developed. My three friends and I then started to prove that this land was inhabited by wildcats, meaning it can't be developed.
Unfortunately, all our research was destroyed and we got kidnapped. Long story short, we found a wildcat hybrid kitten infected with FIP, rescued it, escaped and proved that the land was protected by an act written back in 1823 to protect the place.
My life was definitely crazy. But I did not know how my life was going to be flipped on its head once more with those three words.
We.
Are.
Moving.
"I hate you!" I say to David as I have said to him for the whole journey to Charleston, South Carolina.
He sighs. "Look Nicole, it's not the first time you have moved," he says, "So why are you complaining now?"
"Maybe because I had friends there and this is in the middle of nowhere!" I exclaim, willing him to see my point.
"We were in the middle of nowhere back in Scotland too, Nicole. And I need this job; the opportunity was too good to miss," he says, trying to justify his point.
"Yeah, you move so you can study some wolfdog hybrid and I have to come with you? I was at a boarding school. I had friends."
"Where would you go during half term?"
"Rebecca's house. Or Luke's or Suzanna's."
"I thought it would be a good change for you."
"Well, I have been changing places all my life, so maybe I wanted to stay in one place for once!" I shout.
He merely says, "What would your mother say about this?"
I give David my best death glare. The fact that he said it so simply was a verbal slap in the face. I feel myself getting so angry I am almost going to snap.
But I calm myself down. Now wouldn't be the best time to snap at him.
I hadn't always lived with David. I mean, for seven years of my life we were a normal family: Dad, Mum and me. We moved around, Mum and Dad being marine biologists but after seven years of a happy family, Dad packed his bags and moved out.
From what I went through, I learned "happily ever after" does not happen, even for a short while. Mum was heartbroken so she moved in with her brother, David. My uncle. So we spent another seven years travelling around the world until Mum got sick.
We had just been to Malaysia when she fell ill. At first we all thought it was nothing. Just a simple cold from the change in climate. When it began to worsen, we took her to doctors. They diagnosed it as dengue hemorrhagic fever, which was life threatening. My heart plummeted, and by then I knew she wouldn't be with us for much longer.
The disease can be spread by mosquitoes. It occurs when a person gets infected with a dengue fever when he or she had already been infected with another one sometime before. That meant Mum had been infected at least twice. It felt like forever when Mum was vomiting, had fevers, headaches, and rashes, and her body went through shock-like fits.
Within a month she was gone. Another lesson I learned. "Happily ever after" doesn't exist.
I look out the window. All I see is dunes. Great. Just me and the cat for company. David says there are other people on this island, but I seriously doubt it. Even if he's right, I don't make friends easily. I learned that in boarding school.
When we reach our house it is midday, and when I step out of the car I am greeted by humidity and mosquitoes.
I look at our new house; four floors high with a balcony. Not too bad.
"Dibs on the top floor," I say to David while carrying our moving boxes.
"You haven't even set foot in the house yet," he chuckles, the tension in the car forgotten.
"Yeah, but it has a balcony. So I call dibs," I reply.
David shakes his head. "Just help with the unpacking."
I plonk myself down on the bed, finished unpacking my stuff. I got the best part of the house. I have loads of space I don't even need, but what I really wanted was the balcony. Well, "balcony" is an understatement.
I step out onto the balcony, well, roof deck and look out. The view is amazing. This is certainly the best room in the house.
I reach into a box labelled "memoirs: stay out" and pull out a tangled wind chime. Sighing, I go back out onto the balcony and start to untangle it.
I lay down the untangled wind chime on the deck. All of a sudden a streak of brown and black launches itself at the wind chime.
When the jangling and clawing comes to a stop, it reveals a half-wildcat, half-bobcat kitten.
I give a small chuckle. "Tigger let me help you." I untangle the bewildered kitten from the mess.
I sit back down again with the now newly untangled wind chime. "Back to work," I murmur.
About halfway through I hear a slight jangling noise. I look at Tigger, who immediately stops playing with the chimes and settles in my lap.
Tigger was the reason David went to Scotland. Well not Tigger, exactly, but when David found out there was a half-wildcat, half-bobcat kitten there, he had to go.
In 2006, a bobcat was smuggled into Scotland for a private zoo. The person who snuck him in got caught, and the bobcat got sent to the highlands of Scotland to live peacefully. It adapted and was later named Bob.
Bob wandered off eventually, and five years later scientists at the research center my uncle used to work at found a den containing kittens which were wildcat-bobcat hybrids.
This left Tigger looking almost like a wildcat, but with tufted ears and a white belly like bobcats.
I hold up the untangled wind chime. The once copper seahorses and chimes are now blue-green. Tigger raises one tentative paw and bats at the chimes.
I lift Tigger off my lap, earning me a swipe at my hand. After hanging up the wind chimes I gaze up at the roof, the real reason I wanted the balcony for. I kick off my shoes, the rational part of my brain being shut up by the adrenaline flowing through my body.
I lift Tigger up onto the roof and follow him up. The tiles are hot under my feet from being in the sun all day long. I walk along the edge of the roof; my balance steady, unlike it would have been a year ago. I find a place to sit by the chimney. As I lean against the chimney, I let all my emotions flood through, about me leaving, David, Mum, all of it until-
SNAP
I feel my senses sharpen. I see all the colours of the sea as the last light is reflected off it and the creatures just beneath the surface. Everything my eyes pass over I can see in extreme detail.
I hear a chick calling out for its parents ninety feet away. I stand up, my balance perfect, and run to the middle of the roof enjoying how much stronger and more aware the snap makes me. When I smell them.
My eyes immediately identify the intruder. It is a puppy. My lips form a thin line when I realize the smell isn't just coming from the puppy, but the four people with it.
In my confusion one of them spots me. "Oi, you shouldn't be up there," the person calls.
Those words are enough to send a pounding through my ears, enough for me to lose my balance and send me plummeting down to the ground.
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