1. A regular Friday.

Beeeep! It was Friday, the school bell had rang signifying that the day was over. The hallway was a hurricane as the children all raced towards the door to get out of their “kid prison” as they called it. Sabastian, or Sap for short, one of the students at Maple Elementary, was waiting until the storm calmed down. “I don’t want to get crushed in this barricade,” he thought, “If I step forward, I’d be as flat as a pancake.” At least half a minute passed by, only then did Sap think it was safe to step out of his safety in the doorway of his classroom. Thomp, his foot came down in the hallway, “Phew!” he said aloud. He walked down the hallway, then down the stairs. He saw a teacher here and there, getting their classrooms ready for Monday. He thought about what he had for show and tell on Monday: Nothing. Well actually he did, he had himself staring at the class with nothing to show nor tell. He walked out the door.

It was currently April, and all the trees and flowers had started blooming with all their magical colors: Purple, red, green, yellow, orange, pink, blue, a mix of different colors. It was a piece of art. He tripped. Sap went hands first right on a mountain of huge roots. He had cut his right hand. He got up, only to see the insides of his backpack spread across the ground. “Darn it!” he said under his breath, he had been so taken away by the scenery that he hadn’t seen the fat tree in front of him. He wrapped his hand in his shirt. He then started collecting his stuff on the ground, when he heard something. There it was again.

 “Meow,” Sap noticed a small orange tabby kitten had gotten entangled in the labyrinth of roots. “Meow!” the kitten said again, louder, it seemed as though the kitten’s paw had gotten stuck in between two enormous bulging tree roots.

 “I wonder how it got there?” Sap thought. Anyhow, he took the friendly feline out of its trap. The kitty limped away, then POOF! It was gone. “What the,” Sap thought, he turned around looking for the kitty that had just poofed away into midair, instead he saw his backpack, “Oh my god!” Instead of the backpack looking as though it had been massacred in a terrible way, it was right there leaning against the tree, with everything neatly packed into it. Wait, something else was different, the blood stains on his shirt had disappeared. He also noticed the throbbing pain in his right hand had vanished, “I know what’s next.” he thought. Sap pulled his hand out of his shirt. The wound was gone.

2. Meeting Spots. 

Sap had gotten home. On his walk, he kept looking around desperately to see if a kitten was following him. None had. When he put his backpack down at home his mom swooped up. 

“It’s nice to see you finally organized your backpack,” she said, then she kissed Sap on the cheek, “Looks like you’ve got some responsibility after all! Anyway, what do you want for dinner honey?” After his talk with his mom, Sap walked upstairs, opened his window, and jumped out headfirst. 

He fell really fast, but he thought a lot during this plunge: “So, I saved the cat,” he thought, the grass was getting closer by the millisecond, “So, it should save me!”. It took about ten milliseconds for him to realize what a big idiot he was. He screamed. “AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!”. Then everything went black.

“What you did was very idiotic!” yelled an unfamiliar voice. Sap looked up, he was confident that he saw a talking gummy bear, but he wasn’t sure because everything around looked like it could talk, or be edible. Just to test out the theory, he grabbed the figure he saw. “Hey, you let me go!” the same unfamiliar voice screeched. Sap chucked it into his mouth, it tasted like cat food. Pwoo! He spat the figure out, it lay there next to him. Sap’s eyes started to get less blurry until they were back to normal. He saw that no dead gummy bear was next to him, and he saw that he wasn’t in a la-la land, yet that he was in a shed, his shed. 

“You back?” said someone. 

“This isn’t a hospital.” Sap said to whoever was talking (this was the first thing to come into his mind).

 “It isn’t,” the voice agreed, “It’s the shed in your backyard.”.

 “Are you the gummy bear?” Sap asked (again the first thing to pop into his head). 

“No I’m not. That was probably a hallucination. You hit your head pretty hard back there,” the voice answered, “and I’m not a gummy bear. I’m Spots, the kitten.”

“So, you’re telling me that you’re Spots the magical kitten?” asked Sap.

 “That’s right!” said Spots. The two were currently walking in Sap’s backyard. Sap was holding a pack of ice on his head, Spots had made it appear in the shed. “You know I’m magical,” said Spots suddenly, “So you know you won’t need this anymore!”. 

The ice pack on Sap’s head had poofed into the air. “Hey,” Sap protested, “I needed that!” He put his hand on his forehead, the pain disappeared. “Oh right, you’re magical.” He said.

 Spots grinned, “As magical as ever!” Sap reached the back door, and stretched his hand out for the knob. “Hey, enjoy the magic,” Spots said, “Just walk through it.” Sap did as told, he walked through the door. Literally.

3. The note on the shed wall.

When the two came into the house they both paused for a brief moment, “Where’s your mom?” questioned Spots. Sap thought for a moment.

 “Hey mom!” He called out.  Sap then turned to Spots, “Can we be friends?” he asked. 

“Um,” Spots thought for a few seconds, “Lets see what your mom says.”

 Sap’s mom walked towards the two, “Hey honey, you called me?” she said. 

“Um, yes.” Sap replied, he picked up Spots. 

“You put me down!” Spots yelled.

“Fine,” he put Spots down. 

  Mom looked at Spots. “A cat in the house?” she screamed.

 “A magical kitten,” Spots corrected her. 

“A talking cat!”

“A magical kitten,” Spots corrected once again. 

“Can I keep him?” Sap asked his mom.

“Hey, I never said anything about being your pet!” 

The mom was unsure what to do, so she just stood there watching her son argue with a now levitating cat. She then came up with an idea, “Stop it you two!” she yelled, the two arguing figures were now as quiet as mice. “Can you do the dishes?” Mom asked Spots. 

“Yes I can,” The kitten was beaming with pride, “In fact, I already did the ones in your kitchen!” Sure enough, the dishes in the kitchen were glittering clean. 

“You can keep him,” Mom said quickly with a smile. 

“You see, we’re friends,” said Sap looking down at Spots. 

“I guess we are.”

“Don’t think that it will be that easy,” said Mom, “You first have to go through dad.” Sap froze. Dad, he thought. It will be hard to get, Dad, to agree. 

“Well, let’s see how it goes!” responded Spots.

It was about three hours until dad came home, and when he did, he wasn’t thrilled about Spots. “No animals in this house!” he yelled.

 “But please.” Sap and Spots groaned. 

“No, no no no no no. No animals in the house!” Dad yelled. 

“But honey, the kitten can do the dishes, and it’s magical.” Mom explained.

 “Well who’s going to take care of it? Sabastian can’t. He can’t even clean his room! He isn’t responsible enough for a pet.” Dad shot back.

 “He cleaned out his backpack today.” Mom pointed out. 

Dad stopped to think for a moment, then said, “Fine, I’ll let Sabastian keep it if he cleans his room by Sunday. Meanwhile, the cat can be in the shed,” and with that, he stomped to the bathroom. 

“Whew! That was close.” 

“It sure was.”

It was now Saturday. Sap was dreaming about magical cats and a clean room. He woke up. “Hey Spots!” he yelled out the window. No answer. Sap yelled a total of three times and then went down to the shed. On the door was a piece of paper, which read: Help, the magic poachers have kidnapped me, I am in a cage right now. I have made this note appear here with my powers. I am currently on Doty Road. I’m in the basement of the poachers. Come quick, if not, you may never see me again. The note ended. Sap, who had just read this note, was now trying to figure out how to save his friend. Umm, Fred! Sap ran out of his backyard. But as Sap ran towards Fred’s house another note appeared on the shed’s door, this time it read: Beware! If you’re hit by the poachers’ magic, you’ll become one of them, or worse, no, actually becoming one of them is pretty bad, anyway, BEWARE. Unfortunately, Sap, whose back was facing the note, hadn’t read it and was running towards imminent danger.

Boom Boom Boom! Sap was knocking violently on Fred’s door. 

“What do you want bro?” he asked.

“Bring a map. No time to explain.”

“Wha..”

“Just do it!”.

The two ran to the garage, “A magical kitten?” Fred asked. “Yes, yes yes yes,” was Sap’s response. The garage door opened showing an array of vehicles: one car, one scooter, two bikes, and some weird four wheeled thing. 

“Wow!” exclaimed Sap. 

“I know.”

 “I call the scooter!” Sap announced. 

“No, you don’t,” Fred said back, “You’ll never catch up with those guys on that thing.” 

“But I can’t ride a bike,” Sap explained, He pointed at the four wheeler, “Or that thing.” 

“Well sucks for you,” Fred pointed at Sap’s legs, “Either the bike or you’re running for five miles.” 

Sap sighed trying to hide his disappointment, it didn’t work. “Come on, we got to get ready,” said Fred, “Or you might not see your animal ever again.”

4. Kitten vs. Poachers

It was a dark room, “Let me out of this prison!” Spots screamed. 

“Nice try you filthy animal,” smirked one of the guards. Spots heard some of the other poachers laugh. Spots had tried to teleport out of his cage, but the cage was enchanted with some sort of spell. 

“Curse you!” yelled Spots.

 The guard turned to Spots, “You watch your mouth,” the guard was frowning, “or I’ll shut it for you.”

 “Like I’m really worried,” was Spots’ response.

 The guard stiffened, “I said Shut Up!” Again the other poachers smirked.

 “I bet I could shove a whole bus down your throat,” Spots said back, “By your size it should be possible.” 

This was true, the guard looked more like an ogre than a human. But he probably was an ogre because that was the only explanation for his massive size. The other poachers laughed at Spots’ words.

 “That’s it! You stupid animal,” the guard pointed his finger at Spots, purple sparks started appearing at the tip of it, “die!” A purple beam flew towards Spots. Spots smiled, then used the last of his energy and dissolved in the air. Kablam! The beam of purple blew the cage into pieces, followed by a ting ting ting of broken metal flying everywhere. One piece flew and went through the stubborn guard’s arm, “That God darn cat!” he yelled, then another piece hit his head and he fell to the floor unconscious. 

“Poor thing,” said Spots, he reappeared on the floor looking down at the ogre, “his mom never taught him to control his temper.” 

“Stay where you are and we won’t hurt you!” said one of the poachers running into the room, purple sparks flying everywhere. Spots looked up to see a dozen poachers pointing their fingers at him.

 “You know that you shouldn’t ever underestimate a magical kitten, you witches,” he said, then the house exploded. Bam! Doors, walls, glass, twelve cursing poachers, and one calm kitten, went flying in all directions. Spots felt his energy coming back to him, “So long suckers!” he yelled with joy, then with that he disappeared back into the air.

“What the heck is that bro?” asked Fred.

“What?” said Sap.

“The explosion on Doty Road, it looks like a nuke on steroids.”

Sap noticed the now fading mushroom cloud. That cat’s got some messed up style, Sap thought, smiling. “Turn around!” yelled a voice suddenly, “I said, turn around,” the voice repeated. The two boys looked up to try to find where the voice was coming from.

 Then Fred suddenly said something out of nowhere to the voice, “And I say shut up,” he looked around again “we got to save someone in that…”. Spots appeared. 

  “Boo.”

 “Agghhh!”

Fred went cartwheeling off his bike towards Sap. Sap was still trying to figure out who said turn around, and hadn’t noticed his airborne friend until it was too late. To add up to that, Sap was still learning to drive the bike. The two friends collided, landing on the grass on the side of the road. Their bikes on the other hand hadn’t been so lucky. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix them in a sec,” said Spots. The bikes stood straight up and the scratches all disappeared, Spots continued quickly, “now you two potato sacks, get up! We’ve got at least twenty poachers tailing us, followed by the NYPD, followed by the FBI, and some weird news reporters.” 

All of a sudden, a flash of purple flew by hitting a mailbox, obliterating it. Fred gabbed, it seemed as though his mind was still processing all the information a talking kitten had given him, followed by that laser beams could be purple. But he was smart enough to realize that staying around was a bad idea. “Let’s get the heck out of here!” he screamed, running for the newly polished bike. A split second later, Spots and Sap followed.

 “Turn the bikes around!” Spots demanded, the two boys followed instructions, then sped away in the other direction. “Isn’t Life fun?” Spots asked Fred. Spots was sitting on the back of Fred’s bike,

“You really have to ask me now?”

“Hey, I’m the one asking the question!”

Sap came into their conversation: “Uh, guys, those creeps are catching up on us!”

“No chance,” replied Spots, “We’ve got the higher ground.”

Sap noticed they were now flying over the road, maybe twenty-five feet up, “How’d you do this?” Sap asked Spots.

“Let’s say watching E.T. and having magic powers make you have some ideas.”

“Is there anything from E.T. that teaches you how to stop flying cars with creeps shooting purple beams at you out of their fingers!” Fred yelled. Spots thought for a moment, then replied:

“No.” A beam of purple flew right by, Sap could hear the sirens getting closer and could feel the heat of the angry poachers tailing them in the air. 

“How’d you manage to get them this angry!” Sap yelled, then he remembered the explosion. “Oh, right, you blew up their lair.” Spots smiled.

“Not a great time to chit chat you two!” Fred yelled over the racket of all the sounds. 

A branch flew off a tree as a bolt of purple hit it.

“If you don’t mind Fred Darrin, I’m gonna take a nap” and Spots fell asleep. Sap could hear the steam coming out of Fred’s ears, like a toot-toot train. 

“It’s no time for sleep!” Fred yelled. 

“You’re right,” Spots mumbled, “It’s time for a nap.”. Fred gave up.

“Can you at least get these freaks arrested, and bring us home?”

“Yes, let’s bring them home,” Spots responded dreamily, “Home to mommy.”

There was a loud bang behind them, the police were shooting. Aw great, thought Sap, now we’ll die twice, once here, and once in prison. A purple beam hit Sap’s bike turning it into dust, and with that he plunged towards the street. “Aaaagh!” Wow, Sap thought while falling, this sure happens a lot now. Then all of a sudden something grabbed his ankle.

“Hold tight,” said Spots, who seemed to be wide awake now, “you’re an easy target, so grab my hand.” Sap noticed that the beams were now firing towards him, the bullets on the other hand were going for the poachers in their flying cars behind them. Spots reached his paw out to Sap, it morphed into a human hand, “Just grab it!” Sap did as told and grabbed Spots’ hand/paw, then something happened, a beam hit Sap, “Noooo!” Spots screamed.

5. A dive into memories.

It is indescribable to feel what poachers magic feels like, first you feel stunned, then lightheaded, then, you’re gone, or turned into something, or you’re turned into a poacher. For Sap though he didn’t feel any of these things, in fact he fell into another world. Sap saw memories of Spots walking around the school, he saw Spots following him to his home, he saw himself fall out the window, but then things got a little stranger. Sap saw a boy his age, this boy was chained to a cellar wall, a figure walked in, the boy’s hands were shaking with fear, “What did I do?” he screamed.

 “Calm down boy,” said the looming figure, “This won’t hurt.” Purple sparks started flying out of the man’s hands.

 “Please! My parents,” the boy cried in agony, “They, they..”.

“You have no parents!” the man yelled, a beam of purple flew out of his right hand blowing a chunk of concrete clear off the cellar wall. The boy was crying. 

“I never wanted these, these powers, I didn’t want to…”

“Hush it boy or I’ll turn you into dust!” the man screamed, the boy sobbed louder, “I don’t want to hear your stupid comments anymore, you know what I lost because of you Alexander Spots,” the man walked closer to Alexander and whispered, “it’s a pity I can’t kill you, and you know that.”

“I know that my friends will help me.” Alexander said under his sobs.

“What friends?” the man yelled, “do you mean the ashes on the street, reduced to no more than atoms?” He stared darkly into Alexander’s eyes, “You have no friends boy.” Then he pointed his finger at him, “Goodbye, Alexander Hugo Spots, goodbye.” Then a flash of purple engulfed the entire room. 

The chains on the wall had no boy in them now, under the chains though was a small orange tabby kitten. The man kicked the kitten with his boot, “Filthy animal, I’ve always hated cats.” The tabby whimpered in pain, “Now go live a stray on the roads with no family, no friends, go live with the animals you filthy cat!” The man kicked the kitten again, and this time the kitten ran away into the darkness. 

Then out of nowhere, Sap felt the world of memories slip away from him, and he was back to being perched midair holding onto Spots’ hand while being shot at. A wagon appeared attaching itself to the back of Fred’s bike, Spots heaved Sap onto it, “Are you ok?” he insisted, Sap couldn’t feel his limbs, and when he started to talk his mouth remained firmly shut. 

“No no no no no no no.” Sap heard Spots say as he checked out where the bolt hit him, “This isn’t good.”

“Is he alive? Is he okay?” Fred asked.

“He’s alive, but, I don’t know, it seems as though the bolt went through him, but it didn’t, it went through him but it didn’t!”

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means he is magical, he self healed like this.” Spots snapped with his human hand, then it turned back into a paw.

“Uh, Spots.” Sap gurgled.

“He’s speaking!?!” Spots yelled in surprise, “you don’t just have something almost kill you or hurt you then speak!”

“No, I saw something.” Sap explained. He shook his head to get rid of the dizziness, Spots looked at Sap.

  “What did you see?” Spots asked.

“Is your name Alexander Hugo Spots?”

“Where did you hear that?”

“Some mean old guy in your memories.”

“You went in my memories!”

“I think so.”

“Let’s get the heck out of here,” Spots turned to Fred, “Go down towards the road, no, go straight down head first into the road, you got me?”

“Um, why would I kill us?” said Fred.

“Just do it!”

The bike suddenly  went plummeting down towards the road, “Hold on!” yelled Spots. The ground opened and all three of them fell into Sap’s bedroom.

“Holy rockamole!” said Fred, “Did we just teleport from where we were to here?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” Spots said. He seemed to have forgotten all about the name thing, the three stood up.

“What happened to the bike and the wagon on the back of it?” Fred asked.

“They’re both in your garage.” Spots replied.

Sap suddenly remembered that he needed to clean his room, “Uh oh” he said.

“What is it?” asked Fred.

“I have to clean my room by Sunday,” Sap explained, “Or Spots here can’t be with us.”

“Well let’s clean it then.”

Sap turned to Spots, “Can you magically clean this room for me?”.

Spots chuckled, “This is your mess not mine, plus your dad said that you will clean it not me.” Sap groaned.

“Come on Sap! Lets clean this trash dump!” Fred said.

“Hey, it’s not a…”, Sap realized it looked more like a trash can than a room, and made the smart decision not to argue with Fred. “Let’s clean this place up!” he agreed.

6. Sofa cat.

It was four O’clock, Sap woke up at eight-thirty, then went with Fred to save Spots at ten O’clock, then they rode until twelve O’clock, then they rode away from a bunch of magic guys with Spots until one O’clock, then they cleaned Sap’s room for three hours until four O’clock.

“How much stuff can you put in a room!?!” Fred said exasperated, the two walked down the stairs into the living room.

“What took you guys so long?” asked Spots, he was currently sitting on the sofa drinking a lemonade.

“Aren’t those bad for cats?” Sap pointed out, he wiped some sweat off his forehead. He was still wondering about Spot’s real name and origin, but decided not to push it.

“I’m the exception.”

“Whatever.”

The two boys plopped onto the sofa next to Spots.

“Lets see the news,” Spots suggested, “I mean I was waiting for three hours.” Spots picked up the remote and turned on news twelve.

 Here’s what it read: Twenty-three men arrested for reckless driving on suburban streets, causing costly damage. Further investigation on explosion on Doty road. Then the news reporter started talking about how the men were kidnapping kids and were illegally selling animals without a permit. Spots shut the TV off, “Well looks like all went well.” he said.

“Yup,” Fred agreed, nodding his head, “those guys deserved that.”

Sap put his hands behind his head and leaned back, “Well it looks like our adventure is over guys.” he said. 

Spots stared at Sap blankly, then chuckled, “What do you mean Sabastain? It only Started!”, and with that Spots the magical kitten lay down and finally took a nap.

The End