Post by Andy on Oct 8, 2007 10:22:24 GMT -5
Since moving to this town, or rather moving back to this town, she had been living in the house that they had all lived in for the past couple of months, before the crash, and had been living off the fortune she had inherited from her parents. She tried to think of why they would have had so much money, but as soon as she started to think about the days before the crash, her head started to hurt and lights danced before her eyes. Okay, so she still couldn't remember a thing. But atleast she didn't pass out this time. Maybe next time she could catch the tail end of a memory, something about her parents before the crash. Maybe something about her?
She shook her head. Amnesia was what the doctors said she had, and that didn't just go away in a month. They said it could take anywhere from a few months, to a few years. Maybe even longer. But for some reason, Andy found that overall, she didn't even care if she remembered what had happened, or what her life had been like. Then she would miss her parents, her old home (wherever she had lived before) and her old life (whatever it may have been). She figured that perhaps it was better to stay blissfully ignorant. As long as she had her parents fortune she should be alright.
But she had been a bit lonely these first few days, and so she had come to Senora Ave, to window shop for a pet, perhaps. There were a few pet stores along the ave, but at the very end there was an S.P.C.A. and Andy immediately turned in there. She looked around at the cats and kittens that had been found abandoned on the road or in someone's house, and she pet some of the dogs that had been abused and saved from their previous owners, and she whistled to a few of the birds. But nothing in particular caught her eye. That is, until one of the workers walked by carrying a small white kitten in his arms.
It was tiny, obviously a runt of the pack, and it's ears were strangely misshapen. They were very hard, and it turned out they had been so frostbitten when she had been found that they had stopped working, and the poor thing was now deaf. But despite that, the way it wiggled around in the worker's arms, and the way it's eyes were just so full of life..
It turned out that the kitten had been on it's way to be put down. Nobody wanted a strange-ears, deaf kitten. Except Andy. She smiled as she took the small animal in her hands, petting it gently on it's tiny head. The kitten seemed to know she had just been saved by this girl, and she curled up in her arms and snuggled of her her, falling asleep. Andy smiled again and brought Jackie, as she now had named her, to the front desk, where she took the money from her pocket and handed it to the girl at the till. She then filled out a small form, to make sure she was a suitable owner for the kitten. When she was done she handed it in and was told she could go, so she left the S.P.C.A. and walked to the nearest pet store, to buy a leash and food for her new companion.
She shook her head. Amnesia was what the doctors said she had, and that didn't just go away in a month. They said it could take anywhere from a few months, to a few years. Maybe even longer. But for some reason, Andy found that overall, she didn't even care if she remembered what had happened, or what her life had been like. Then she would miss her parents, her old home (wherever she had lived before) and her old life (whatever it may have been). She figured that perhaps it was better to stay blissfully ignorant. As long as she had her parents fortune she should be alright.
But she had been a bit lonely these first few days, and so she had come to Senora Ave, to window shop for a pet, perhaps. There were a few pet stores along the ave, but at the very end there was an S.P.C.A. and Andy immediately turned in there. She looked around at the cats and kittens that had been found abandoned on the road or in someone's house, and she pet some of the dogs that had been abused and saved from their previous owners, and she whistled to a few of the birds. But nothing in particular caught her eye. That is, until one of the workers walked by carrying a small white kitten in his arms.
It was tiny, obviously a runt of the pack, and it's ears were strangely misshapen. They were very hard, and it turned out they had been so frostbitten when she had been found that they had stopped working, and the poor thing was now deaf. But despite that, the way it wiggled around in the worker's arms, and the way it's eyes were just so full of life..
It turned out that the kitten had been on it's way to be put down. Nobody wanted a strange-ears, deaf kitten. Except Andy. She smiled as she took the small animal in her hands, petting it gently on it's tiny head. The kitten seemed to know she had just been saved by this girl, and she curled up in her arms and snuggled of her her, falling asleep. Andy smiled again and brought Jackie, as she now had named her, to the front desk, where she took the money from her pocket and handed it to the girl at the till. She then filled out a small form, to make sure she was a suitable owner for the kitten. When she was done she handed it in and was told she could go, so she left the S.P.C.A. and walked to the nearest pet store, to buy a leash and food for her new companion.
