I often attract lots of attention in public. People will comment on my hair, and eyes, I creep them out. I mean my golden dirty blonde hair seems fine too me. I do have to admit my eyes are a little strange, green and blue opposites, I can see fine though. I look nothing like my father, Jackson Black, he has black hair and brown eyes, he works in the movie department. He's a really good actor. I have a job too I spend most of my free time mowing lawns and raising money for the local cat shelter. I loved cats, my dad was allergic so I had never owned one. Cats would always sniff at me and be totally cool, never had I encountered an angry cat. That was before I got myself into this huge mess.

It all started the day I was walking home from the last day of school. As you imagine, it was a very glorious day. Not only did I have no homework, but I planned on going to my local shelter. I spent my free time there, and I mowed the neighbors' lawns to earn money for their organization.

Suddenly a loud crack was heard. I jumped, what was that? Nothing seemed to happen so I went on my way. The shelter was called Pawsteps, and was only a few blocks away from my house.

The bells tied to the door handle jangle and let out a boisterous jangle as I pushed the door open. There was one old lady with her poodle sitting in the waiting area, otherwise it was empty. The desk clerk, Mrs. Jade, waved at me when I disappeared into the back room.

"Who was that?" Asked Poodle Lady.

Mrs. Jade replied with a smile, "Oh that's Zach, he helps out here a lot, he's a really charming young man."

I softly greeted all the animals that lined the walls as I made my way further back, to the cats. I passed Andrew, who was way older than me and actually worked here. He squeezed past me holding a ginormous bag of dog food.

"Oh! Zach, there's a boy out back who's asking for you out back," He said.

My brow furrowed in confusion. "A boy?" None of my friends ever came to Pawsteps without telling me.

I ran quickly into the cat room and out the back door. There standing in the old, beat up, black, driveway was a boy about my age. He had white hair and strange green eyes, and in his hands, was a purring silver tabby.

"Hello? Who are you?" I asked him.

He didn't say a word and pushed the tabby into my hands. I assumed that was that, but then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"His name is Jelu," said a voice I'm guessing was the boy's.

I turned around, but no one was there. I was about to look for him when the cat, no, Jelu, started scrambling in my arms.

"Whoa, hold on their Jelu, I'll find you a nice place to live for now, I don't know where that kid went though..." I said to him and walked back inside.

I found an empty cage for my furry friend and laid down a blanket and bowl of water. I was interrupted by Andrew poking his head at me.

"Is that a cat?" He questioned.

"What else would it be? This is an animal shelter you know," I replied.

"But's it's a new cat, where did you find it?"

"The boy, he just gave me Jelu and disappeared," I said, scribbling on a name tag and pinning it to the door.

"Jelu? Don't tell me you named it!"

"Jelu is a him, not an it," I smirked.

Andrew did a face palm,"You know Mr. Jade will not be pleased."

"I know, but what harm can just one more cat do?" I gave him my best puppy eyes.

He stared at me for a long time before finally sighing and shaking his head.

"Fine, please no more cute eyes, you're creeping me out with the two colors going on," he waved his hand at my face for emphasis.

"Yes!" I did a fist pump, then looked back at Jelu.

He looked quite confused now, pacing around and smelling the walls. This was normal, he should settle down in a few days. I skipped off to help Andrew with more chores, today was going to be a nice normal day.

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So, what do you think of my new HUMAN characters? And if I were you, I would do some Flying over to King and Lionheart's table of contents, you might just discover something interesting there. If you know what I mean *cough*

Happy Valentine's day, people!