Namatae Maya

ウィキペディア

Namatae Maya

出典: フリー百科事典『ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 (2017/01/12 06:23 UTC 版)

Hello my name is Maya

I died yesterday JK lol

Here is a random essay

The Black Cat - 9th Grade Version

Hello my name is Miranda. For my 17th birthday I got a cat called “Night.” He is a black chubby cat with a lot of fur. I used to have other pets too including a goldfish, monkey, dog, but I love my dear Night unconditionally. I live alone in my house. My parents work far away, so they rarely come home. I do have a lot of freedom but, at the same time, a lot of responsibilities. A few months ago, my parents decided that we would go on an oversea trip to Thailand. I was excited seeing them after a long time. A family trip, how wonderful!

And here I am. This horrible scent will never leave from my memories. We walked around the house to find the source. The first thing I noticed that the place was unusually quiet. I always remember my monkey screaming or the dog barking as I come home from school. Oh my god! my pets aren't anywhere. I forgot to drop them off by my friend’s house!

I walked around a little more to see my dog, goldfish, and monkey lying down in the living room. As I walked towards the dead bodies the putrid smell was getting stronger and stronger. Oh dear what have I done? I have killed my pets. What an unfortunate death they had to face. But wait, I cannot find “Night.” anywhere! “Night, were is Night,” I screamed as I walked around the house. I went outside walking around the neighbourhood looking for Night, asking questions to strangers. Maybe it is worthless. Night probably died somewhere else. It was 5 minutes past 8 when I reached home. I walked inside the living room, and still see my dead pets. However, on a shelf too the far left corner of the room, I see Night sitting there, staring at me with her golden yellow eyes of the nights, I just leapt and ran towards Night, and she jumped onto my arms. I kept holding him inside my arms, every second tightening my arms around her, giving her more love and affection.

However, she started to struggle a little and forced her way out of my arm, and just walked out the room raising. Why is she not accepting my affection and love? After all these weeks, isn't she happy to see me again? I’ll just burry my pets inside the back yard and go to sleep. ////// Burying a hole inside the our backyard was not too hard. The soil in our background is actually softer than most houses. Maybe I should plant a garden over them, that way their lives will never be in vain.

As I brushed my teeth and went to bed, I thought about what happened today and how careless I felt. There was something inside me which I did not like. It’s the feeling of guilt because you do not feel guilty about murdering your own pets. I know it sounds very crazy. I was also starting to have thoughts about how the pets died. If they were so hungry, couldn’t they have broken through the windows to escape and find food? We'll my windows were shatter proof, so that must haven to helped. Couldn’t they have just barked and made sounds until some people pass by and help them? Oh wait, how can I forget our house’s walls do not let any sound seep outside? Who could have thought something that keeps us safe, such as a house’s security actually ended up killing my beloved pets? What kind of unfortunate event is this? But why was Night even alive? Cannibalism could have been an option but I don’t think there were any scars on the pets I buried. Maybe he used the ventilations, even if he is chubby, he can probably pass through that. Oh well, atlas he is still alive. My dear Night, I will never leave you. I will love you even more from now on! The next morning I woke up late around 11, maybe I was just too tired. I walked downstairs to do my original routine, brushing my teeth, eating some breakfast I bought yesterday, and taking a shower. As I walked out the bathroom, I noticed Night sitting up and starting at me from a table across the room. She was not making the slightest movement. I exclaimed with excitement, “Oh dear Night, I have not seen you all morning!” as I walked towards Night spreading my arms wide ready to hug him. But she just ran away from me. round evening I heard the doorbell. When I opened it, I saw my dear friend Lucy in front of me. She spread her arms and leapt onto me saying “ Welcome home! How was your trip!”

I lead her inside to talk about my trip to Thailand. In between our conversation Night walked past us. I grab her but she catches my arm and walks away. This happened again three or four times, and I ended up with multiple scars on my body.

Lucy quietly said, “You have done something terrible and irresponsible to your pets. I think you do not deserve to keep Night, you know? She probably hates you now.” Blood rose to my forehead, “ Yes I do deserve her! She is my dear pet cat!” “No you do not.” “Of course I do, I will treat her like my treasure!” “But it’s pretty obvious that your cat does not like you.” “Of course she does!” “She has been scratching you every time you pick her up.” “I do not care about such trivial matters!” “Miranda trust me on my opinion. You are becoming obsessed with your cat, to the fact that you seem crazy” “If my cat does not like me, why is she walking past me now and then?” “Because you give her food.”

That made me even angrier how could she say something like that? Night is only around me because I give her food? That’s it? Not because Night likes me back? How could she!

I screamed at Lucy, “I do not want to see you now. How can you say something like that?” Lucy stood up and walked off with a cool attitude saying, “I’ll come back when you are calm again.” Lucy just opened the door, and left.

Just then, Night passed by me again. Oh dear Night, I know you love me, yo can scratch me all you want, but stay by my side, always. I picked Night up, but this time, Night scratched my arm multiple times until it bled like Niagara Falls. How dare this cat defy me? In fury, I kicked that fur ball from my foot all the way outside. I walked into the kitchen and put some cat food in a dish and went to bed, trying to forget what Lucy told.

The next day, I woke up, and noticed that the cat food was not touched. Night was missing. All day I was doing missing homework and chores, but Night ever are back. I did not hear a single meow or footstep around the house. The cat food in the kitchen was not touched. Night is definitely gone, because of me.

The next day I woke up early and decided to go outside to the shopping mall. Along the way I heard voices. Not exactly a humans voice, but ones resembling the meow of a cat, Night’s meow. i looked around but I could not see her. I heard her voice throughout the day in the shops, at the restaurant, but the volume kept on increasing as the day passed by. By the time I walked home, the repetitive meowing were making me more angrier and angrier, and made it harder to sleep.

The next day I woke up and decided to go grocery shopping along the way, in a dark alley I noticed a black cat looking at me with its eyes. Was it Night? Did he become a stray cat? No, the cat was too slim for Night. I tried to ignore him and walked past the alley to the grocery store.

On my way home, I passed the alley again, just to see what he was doing. I quietly walked without making any footsteps, and this time, this cat was sitting on top of a trash box. e was not moving at all too. Just staring at me with its plain cold eyes. This time I decided to approach him. I took out some fish that I got from the super market and lend my hand straight out as if I was offering it to him. He quietly started to move, too. I crouched down and dropped the fish on the floor. The cat cautiously walked towards me and started sniffing the fish. He took a bite, and another bite, and then started to munch on it. He finished it faster than I thought, so I handed him another fish. The afternoon bell went gong, and I just stood up and headed home.

After I reached my doorstep, and turned around to take my shoes off, I noticed the black cat right in front of the gates. He has been following me all the way. Maybe it would be best for me to keep this poor cat. I walked towards the gates and picked him up and took him inside. Maybe I’ll call this cat Blacky.

That evening I heard the doorbell. It was Lucy. Lucy, in an apologetic way said, “Miranda, I am sorry I should have never said something like that. It must have shocked you” “It’s fine. Maybe you were right. Night ran away a few days ago.” “Night ran away from you?” “Yeah, I do not think she will come back. But I got another cat called Blacky. Do you wanna see it?” “Sure, where did you get him?” “Come in he is here,” I said as I lead her inside the room. When Lucy walked in Blacky approached her without caution, which was pretty strange considering how she was scared of me towards the beginning. “I found her inside a dark alley day on the returning from the grocery store, ” I said as I walked inside to get some cat food. The cat was brushing itself against Lucy. “Are you sure this is not Blacky?” “I know right, the resemblance is uncanny, but I am sure this is not Blacky” “ Are you sure this is not someone else’s cat?” “I don’t really now, but if the original owner is found, I will hand Blacky over to him or her.”

“This cat probably likes you a lot,” I said as I put a plate of cat food in front of Blacky. “I guess so.” Lucy said as she stood up from petting Blacky, “I think I have to go home now, before it gets too late.” “Sure I’ll see you another day.”

The next day, Lucy visited me again. This time she brought some extra cat food with her. I asked her, “Why did you bring cat food? We already have some.” “This is some kind of premium cat food, that is rare and can be obtained in some specific places.” “I see.” “Here give some of these to Blacky.” “No thanks, but if I give you give her these, it will spoil her.” “This little can will not spoil her. What are you talking about? It is not like I will be giving her this every day.” “No you do not understand how selfish cats are. It is my cat I will give her everything that I want to give her. You have no right to judge.” “Fine let’s find out what Blacky wants.” “Oh so you can speak the cat language?” “No, we put both foods on 2 different plates and let’s see which one Blacky chooses.”

“Blacky is my cat,” I said as I headed towards the kitchen to get two plates for Blacky. On the blue one, I put in my cat food, and on the white one, I put Lucy’s so called premium cat food. I called Blacky in, and I do not know what I expected. Blacky chose the premium cat food. With rage and fury, I kicked Blacky? How dare it defy me? I am it’s master! Right that moment Lucy pushed me away and shouted at me, “Are you insane? That is animal abuse!” I retaliated, “I do not care! This is my cat now, I own it” I picked up a chair lying around and threw it at Lucy. She went back a few meters, and I could see bruises all over her face. “You are mad.”

I am mad? No! I am the most sane person you will ever see. I pointed my finger at the door and said, “Get out! Get out! Get out!” Lucy just said, “You are nobody to me,” and left.