The Eyes Of The Cat
written by Dora Scamander
I'm Amanda Figg - just your average 13 year old girl. Well, aside from some bizzare eye powers, very strange relatives, and cats that understand everything you say - yeah, my life is totally normal.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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3 a.m Thoughts
Chapter 7
I sat on my bed in the complete darkness with slits of moonlight shining through my window. The time was 3 a.m, and my brain felt about to explode.
Grandma and I had talked - talked right up till 2 a.m. And we had talked about... a lot of things.
How was I supposed to understand the fact that there was a whole magical world out there that I had never known about? And the fact that I was a part of this world whether I liked it or not? And the fact that Grandma had known about it the whole time? And all the details of this world, everything there was to learn? And that this was all real and not a dream? And that I was going to have to get used to that?
Grandma and I had talked - talked right up till 2 a.m. And we had talked about... a lot of things.
How was I supposed to understand the fact that there was a whole magical world out there that I had never known about? And the fact that I was a part of this world whether I liked it or not? And the fact that Grandma had known about it the whole time? And all the details of this world, everything there was to learn? And that this was all real and not a dream? And that I was going to have to get used to that?
