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Chapter 1: Moving Day!

"Please don't go!" Mitzi squeaked, wrapping her small body around my leg like a snake. I tired pulling her off but she continued to latch on and cry. With a grunt of force, I kicked my leg out, which sent her tumbling and into a pile of plushies I had in the corner of my room. Her little face popped out of the pile with a dazed gaze, as if she saw stars. I smoothed out the creases in my peach sundress and turned to face my little sister to reason with her, "Look Mitzi, we've been over this before. I have t-" My body seized for a sudden moment. I was racked with coughing that shook my whole body; I doubled over and held my chest. Mitzi's large blue eyes widened in fear at me as she held a silent scream. She jumped from the plushies and swept to my side. It lasted for a few moments but my coughs died down. The fit left me and I took slow heavy breaths to regain my composure. My face felt hot and puffy. I was all itchy and my chest stung, feeling raw. I held a paw out in front of me, as if it would steady me.

"I-I'm alright" I choked out, whiping some stray saliva from the corners of my mouth.

Mitzi placed her small paw on mine and squeezed it,

"I know, I'm sorry" she whispered, suddenly appearing to be far more older than eight. I smiled in return for her understanding and ruffled her bright crimson hair in affection. Once more, I straightened out my dress and brushed a few of my own green strands of hair away from my face. Our mother called us from down stairs, and I shooed Mitzi out, to hopefully compensate for my absence. I heard her retreating pitter patter of her rabbit feet down the hallways and then the stairs.

Sure that I had my privacy, I turned to the mirror and peered at my reflection. Brown and white fur, with large light grey eyes staring back. I reached out and grabbed my left ear as it hung loosely on the side of my head. I stroked it, admiring it's velvety texture and dazing off. I wondered what my new home would be like and how I would get along without the constant attention from my adoring mother.

I started created scenarios in my head, wishfully thinking that I'd live in a peaceful neighborhood and my neighbors would bring cakes and jello as house warming gifts. A small smile crept it's way onto my face as positive thoughts entered my head. They're going to welcome me with open arms and I'll get along just fine. The locals will invite me to their small town events and I'll befriend the librarian. I'll say, "Why, it's a sunny day out, isn't it, Miss Librarian?" and she'd reply with a cheery voice, "So beautiful out indeed, Kryn! The whole town is gathering for a picnic and having brunch at noon, will you join us?" And I'd merrily accept her kind invite. I sighed in bliss but was soon snapped out of my euphoria when my mother pushed the door open with her bum. Following her was a whole stack of boxes, awaiting to be packed and sent away to my new home.

"There you are, Kryn" my mother muttered as she struggled with the heap of boxes. "Are you going to take all of those stuff animals with you?" a disaproving and questioning glance came my way and then down at the haphazard pile of plushies.

"They're not stuffed animals, Mama," I began, a little irrate by her probing about in my belongings, "They're PLUSHIES. And yes, I am" With as much dignity as a 17 year old jackalope with plushies can have, I marched to my pile of plush and gathered them in my arms.

"Away you gooooo" I sang as I dumped them all in a card board box. Symbolizing that I wasn't changing my mind and that they are very much so accompanying me to my new home. My mom snorted and shook her head.

"Crazy girlie" she said before walking out of my room.

Just As I was about to pack away my trinkits, my mother's head popped back into my room.

"Hey, Kryn" she called at me.

"Mmmhmm?" I murmered, concentrating on the bubble wrapping for my porcelain objects.

"Honey, if you get a boyfriend..." she started.

"NOPE" I shouted back and cutting her off, without looking at her. I wanted to focus on my education, not on boys.

"Let me finish! All I'm saying is, if by chance you DO meet someone in Acadia, and you invite him over, aren't you going to be embarrassed by all your... toys?"

I sighed, "Mama, no disrespect, but if the guy I like is going to judge me because of my love for something harmless, then he's someone I don't even want to be with"

She smiled, "Good answer, sweet cheeks" And with that, she left my bedroom for good. I returned to my packing and did so for the rest of that day.

The following morning was a bit hectic, to say the least.

"KRYN! Where in sam hell is your train ticket?!" my mother yelled, an angry echo bouncing off the walls of our old town house.

I lazily flipped through a magazine on our dining room table, "Y'know I'm not the jackalope to be asking"

My mother growled, "Well you should be. Just try to remember where you last placed it! TRY!"

My memory has always been one of my biggest faults. And to make it worse, it invents these fake memories that take up the holes where I would have forgotten what happened. So honestly, I'm absolutely no help. Conveniently, that's when I noticed Mitzi standing near the stove, looking quite suspicious.

"Hey Mitzi" I called, grabbing her attention.

"Y-yes?" She answered, dodging my gaze.

"You wouldn't have happened to have seen me place my ticket anywhere, have you?", my grey, piercing eyes searching her guilty face.

"Um, n-no?"

"Then what's that behind your back?" I nodded to stiff arms folded behind her.

"Nothing"

"Oh really?" I stood up now, my arms akimbo and taunting. "Can I see your little paws, Mit? Please?"

"Oh fine already!" Mitzi cried with an outburst and flung the ticket at me. She sobbed, "I was going to burn the ticket in the stove so you wouldn't go!"

I heard my mama yell from upstairs, still angrily searching, "Hey! Who's crying?!"

"Just Mitzi, found the ticket by the way!" I shouted back.

Looking back down at Mitzi, she was still sniffling. I bent down and hugged her.

"Once I'm all settled, you can come visit me, okay?" I said, looking into her face. She blubbered out an "ok" and I left it at that. I heard my mother's quick footsteps pound down the stairs, she whipped around the banister and scurried into the kitchen.

"OKAY!" She let out a rush of breath, "Let's head to the train station then, yeah?"

I stood on the brick platform and waited for my train to pull into station. My sister clung to my side, and her tiny claws dug into my dress. I felt her tense up as the booming sound of the oncoming train thundered in the distance. It was so sunny, that day. I remember it well. My mother's hand was knotted in mine, and she squeezed it, a comforting action making my heart feel warm. The deep riveting train spouted out it's horn and into the open sky as it was nearing the last mile. A light wind picked up and danced under my dress, giving me shivers. My little family and I were silent as the roaring tirade of the train began to slowly die down as it's speed decreased. It rumbled into the station and relaxed, almost giving a human-like sigh as it stopped. I let go of my mother's hand and felt my sister's presense dissapear from my side. I gathered my luggage and walked swiftly forward, with one last glance behind me, I saw my mother and sister waving goodbye. I grinned back and called, "Wish me luck!" They both smiled through tears and returned, "Good luck!" Then Mitzi let go of our mother's hand and called, "Take care, sister!". I waved, and walked up the cold iron steps and into the train. I got a seat next to the window, and felt the train lurch into movement. My body bobbled a bit, but I caught my balance. Putting my things in the proper storage, I looked out the window. Mitzi was jumping up and down, still waving. A stray tear escaped my face and I smiled it away. "Be strong now" I whispered to myself. "A new beggining is a good thing". Once I reasurred myself, I sat down in my seat. It's green fabric upholstery was comfy enough and I rested my head on the side. Might as well take a snooze before I reach Acadia. Before closing my eyes, I bid the city a silent farewell and was looking forward to the countryside.