/lit/ - Literature

"How have I acquired this ability?" I asked myself, as I stood on the roof of the building, staring into the cat's eyes.

"Meow," said the cat, and yet, I understood it somehow. Every cell in my brain pulsated, moved with some new power, and the recognition of what the cat meant by that innocuous meow came to me: "The world is in danger. You alone can save it."

"But..." I stammered, "but I'm just a kid. I– I can't possibly save the world! I can't even get a girlfriend!"

"No!" said the cat. "No, you are the chosen one. In you alone all the fate of the world rests."

"Fine," I said, "I'll do what you say. I'll travel to your world – to the Planet Meotrex."

"We must leave at once," said the cat, hopping down from his perch.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind me. "Excuse me, sir?" I turned and saw an old man, standing with a broom. "Sir," he said, "is everything all right? I seen you speakin' with that animal there."

"Oh," I laughed. "Yes, yes it's fine."

I followed the cat down the fire escape, down the alleyway toward 45th St. Along the way, I thought of Jenny – that pretty girl in Chemistry who never talks to me. Would I ever get to ask her out? Not likely, not now that I was headed to another planet. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed me.

"Well, well, well," said a boy my age, wearing a leather jacket. "Look who we have here. Mr. Dorko and his little cat."

"Oh great," I thought. "Alex Scruff and the Mean Gang. Just what I need right now."