The cat
                           W. H. Davies (1871-1940)


                              Within that porch, across the way,
                              I see two naked eyes this night;
                               Two eyes that neither shut nor blink,
                                 Searching my face with a green light.


                                                    But cats to me are strange, so strange-
                                                     I cannot sleep if one is near;
                                                       And though I´m sure I see those eyes
                                                    I´m not so sure a body´s there!

1- MYSTERIOUS PERSON part 1

 I wasn´t exactly the nicest person, the kindest or the friendliest. A lot of people stared and whispered as I went down the familiar hall towards my locker. My footsteps echoed on the ugly, white marble floor in the silence. As I got closer to it, I heard a red-haired girl whisper to her friend that I was the one she was telling her about; now, the first thing I must tell you is that I don´t have much patience. Never have, never will. I slammed my fist on the locker and glared at them. I asked them if they thought I was deaf, they shook their heads and took a step back.
"Why don´t you go and find something else to talk about!" I snarled. They turned around and ran down the long corridor; I sighed, just another day in my boring, long life. I opened my locker and something red caught my eye, I extended my hand out to take it but something pricked my white skin. Black viscous liquid seeped out of the wound. I sucked my finger and a dreadful taste filled my mouth, making me gag. I ignored it and putting up with the pain, I slowly picked the mysterious thing up. I held a rose in my grip, its green leaves brought out the red of the petals, thorns stuck out of its stalk with the same colour green. A note was stuck to it, I carefully removed it from the flower and opened the white folded paper. The three words that were on it were written in black ink:
                                                
                                      I MISSED YOU


My eyes read them, I tore it up and let the shredded pieces fall to the ground. Slamming my locker,I turned on my heels and quickly walked down the now crowded hall towards a bin on the corner. I threw the rose away not feeling any guilt for what I was doing. I kept saying to myself that none of this was real, that I was imagining everything, though it wasn´t helping me calm down. I was sure I was overeacting. Pretending like nothing had happened, I walked towards Tiffany´s locker. She sighed with a smile when she saw me .  As always, her black hair was messy and her eyes were the same;bright green but sullen.