Amal was being more of a pest than usual towards Hazeh, the continuous leaping on laps, scratching on statues and climbing in crooks and crannies had slowly made Hazeh mad. Her parents had left to go on a romantic date in a nearby city leaving Hazeh with the cat for at least a couple of days. At any moment Hazeh felt like she would end up throwing the cat outside in the pouring rain to have a second of silence. Wherever Hazeh went, Amal was quick to follow and whenever she tried to scare the cat away Amal would only hiss. Imagining her parents enveloped in romance and luxury didn't make it any easier for Hazeh when Amal jumped up on the dining table and started to lick Hazeh's lasagne.

Darkness was setting so Hazeh ignored the growing worry in her stomach by huddling in the corner of the couch staring at the television her father put up whilst she was playing cards with Jimin. A show about people being set up on dates by a man was broadcasting but Hazeh quickly lost interest, before they left their village she didn't watch a lot of television either. Amal was both watching the television and Hazeh, noticing a certain tension coming from the girl.

"You startled me!" Hazeh gasped, Amal brushing against her legs. "I really am on edge, I would go for a walk if it wasn't so wet and dark."

A sudden idea came to Hazeh.

"Amal," Hazeh said, Amal jumping onto the couch and sitting next to Hazeh. "Do you know who Jimin is?"

Amal's ears struck up, leaped onto Hazeh's lap and cocked their head.

"Jimin?" Hazeh said again. "Jimin Park?"

The cat meowed loudly and its tail swung gently.

Scooping Amal into her arms, Hazeh went upstairs into her room, she had made the small door practically invisible by pushing the bed away and placing a desk there to completely cover the door. Amal snuggled their head into the crook of Hazeh's arm as if they were facing away from the room for a reason. Hesitantly, Hazeh placed Amal on her bed before pushing her desk out of the way to reveal the door. Automatically, Amal scurried towards the door and started scratching at it as if her life depended on it.

"Stop," Hazeh gently pulled Amal away. "We can both go in."

Opening the door to the familiar darkness Amal was as fast as lightning in entering, leaving Hazeh surprised. It wasn't how fast Amal moved that surprised her, it was more of the sudden attitude change with the cat, Amal had always been moody and grouchy sneaking around the house lazily and yet here she is, seeming happy at least. The lights illuminated the room and Amal found Jimin before he did.

"Jwi!" Jimin shouted, pressing all his body against the mirror. "I can't believe it's you!"

Amal got on her hind legs and scratched the mirror eagerly.

"Jwi..." Jimin suddenly became sad. "Get down, you can't reach me."

She either didn't understand or ignored him as her scratching became more fast.

"Jwi," Jimin said gently and sat down. "It's okay, I'm okay."

Amal's paws fell and she sat opposite Jimin.

"You don't have to stand in the doorway, Hazeh." Jimin called. "You're not intruding a family gathering."

"I think I will leave you two to it," Hazeh grinned, watching them both look at her. "I'll come back later after you've cried it out."

Before Jimin could tempt her, Hazeh left the room and shut the door firmly.

"Now," Hazeh looked back at the door and smiled. "Let's go make some more lasagne."

Swinging her legs, Hazeh hungrily ate looking out of the large window showing the garden of vegetable seeds her father had planted on her birthday instead of celebrating or wishing his daughter a happy birthday. He blamed it on him being such a coward that he couldn't face his daughter and pretend to be happy for her, he always seemed to blame himself but he would never make the effort to change the bad things about himself.

"My father loves vegetables more than me," Hazeh sighed, looking away from the window. "And he doesn't even like to eat vegetables."

The rain was getting considerably worse, the trees were no longer dancing in the wind but being thrown side to side. Hazeh only wished for no thunder and lightning, then she would truly be terrified but watching how the shed in the corner of the vegetable patch sway she knew her wish would be wasted.

"One day I will not be scared of such things," Hazeh told herself confidently. "I will be feared and not fearful."

Hazeh jumped off her chair in fright from her sudden ringtone coming from her phone, muttering, she stood up and answered the call.

"He-"

"Hazeh," her father's commanding voice came on the line. "A parcel will be delivered to our house at six o'clock, be awake. The parcel will have a school uniform inside, you'll be wearing that to school tomorrow and the day after and so fourth. School essentials are in the kitchen drawer, top right, and a taxi will pick you up roughly about seven o'clock. Also, remember to feed Amal."

The line went dead before Hazeh could argue, it seemed like his first priority was Amal before herself and she knew it. School, somewhere she hasn't been for over six months, a place full of children pretending they know everything and adults pretending they know more than the children they teach. She would be an outcast, Hazeh knew that much, everyone would have already made their friends leaving her to herself. Its not like she likes to have friends, it was more of being alone whilst everyone else was not. Luckily, Hazeh was in the top classes in her old school, in a village school she was sure she's be the smartest, at least she didn't need to worry about studying. People are going to stare at her and talk rumours behind her back, she will be even more tired and mentally drained than usual. With that, Hazeh launched her face into the lasagne.