The Good Superpower!

Maya Smith

My heart twisted. The air grew damp. I couldn’t find the little cat. How many days would it take?

You will find out, whispered the voice inside. I didn’t understand. How could I find my cat?

I tried everything, but it didn’t work. Posters of my cat, knocking on doors, searching everywhere! For three days straight, that’s all I did.

“Where are you?” I whispered, walking past an alley. I’m not going in there without a flashlight.

I started running very fast on the sidewalk. I wanted to leave that place behind. I wanted it to disappear. And I wanted my cat to appear.

That’s it! I never checked the alley, so what if my cat’s there?

A girl ran to her house. Looking as the cars passed. In the black starlight, she ran. Very fast, going to find a flashlight. Going to try to find a cat. Trying to find it.

That girl, that girl was me. And I would do anything to find my cat.

The girl had long black hair that was straight. She wore it in a ponytail. She had light blue eyes and dark brown skin. She was wearing a jacket that was gray and had no hoodie. She was wearing jeans that were very long, and they were dark blue. She was wearing white shoes that were covered in dirt. You couldn’t see her socks.

The brick buildings I passed looked striped and sorta glowed as people drove past. It was a full moon today, I realized. Then, now that I realized . . . cats. And then . . . a gray tabby cat with blue eyes appeared.

“Silver!” I cried. My cat was finally safe.