Episode 1. 'WHAT' means 'KYAA' in INDIA!

"STOP!"

I said stop! S-T-O-P!

I'm currently running to catch that evil dog who's chasing after my bushy cat. You know what? I don't say '*****' cat because it just uggh! disgusts me how people assume double meaning to my words! Have I ever told you how naïve I am? Once I was told to sing a song in front of my whole class. And you know what I did. I did what I am best at. I EMBARRASSED myself!!

Here's the song for y'all.

~I love my *****! *****! *****!

Coz it makes me kissy! Kissy! Kissy!

It is wiggles up on the bed, it cuddles up on the couch.

Coz it's my *****! *****! *****!

I love my *****! *****! *****!~ (A/N= I don't know I'm this good at creating random songs!!)

And then when I finished the whole class was in uproar! Some 'oohs!' and 'aahs' were heard. And some were laughing like hyenas on their death bed! Even if hyenas don't howl when they're dying. Believe me when I say I was literally singing about my pu– bushy cat! And these people made it a whole different thing. I was so naïve that I wouldn't have get that in my innocent brain unless my best friend Ashley explained to me in detail. Eww! How did she even know that stuff!?

And above all of this, that BUCKTARD, my arch nemesis, the one and only Greyson the jerk, doesn't let any chance of making me furious slip away! I'll come back to him later, now my bushy cat is more important than that bucktard.

"bushy! bushy! Where are you!?" I shout. Usually she leaps into my arms whenever I call out for her. But you know, the dogs at my place are very dangerous, they don't stand any cat who crosses their sight. They'll instantly rip their heads apart from their body. I don't get why the hell they kill it when they don't want to eat them. IF cats are their like food I would have been at ease like at least they are killing them for their survival but no they just kill them for I don't know why reason. My thoughts are cut when I heard my cat purrs. I quickly crossed the bush only to her lying on the ground with one leg wounded. I believe that dog must have done that. Thank god at least she is alive! That damn dog –no offence for dog lovers– must have ran away when I reached here. She hisses when I extend my arm to pick her up.

"hush! Bushy cat, let's take you the vet" I quickly wrap my arms around her and started walking to....zit! is it good to say I am lost? I don't know how far have I chased my cat. And these big bungalows are closed, not a single person is seen!

I started walking again with the hopes of any random road leading to my house. But then again my bad luck is at her best to make me kill myself.

"Pussy cat is that you?" and here comes the one and only Mr. Bucktard! See I told you he annoys me till my end with that name. I ignore him and walk away as if I haven't heard him.

"Pussy cat! Wait, I am talking to you" he hollers again.

"Hello!" I ignore him again. But out of nowhere I heard my voice singing the song which embarrassed myself.

"~I love my *****! *****! *****!

Coz it makes me kissy! Kissy! Kissy!

It is wiggles up on the bed, it cuddles up on the couch.

Coz it's my *****! *****! *****!

I love my *****! *****! *****!~"

I was shocked would be an incomplete disclosure of my emotions because I was beyond shock!

"What the cluck is that?" I saw him waving his phone over my face. This buctard even have it recorded! Aargh!

"You know it's not cluck right?" he smirks. FrEakInG SmirkS!!!

"So what if it's not? I don't swear!" Aargh! Somebody get this Zit (shit) away from me!

"But I can! Want me to spell it out for you – F--"

"STOP" I cut him off before he damages my innocent ears. And this idiot barks out a laugh like a hyena.

"What? I was just singing the song FRIENDS by Anne Marie"

"Yeah, and I'am Cinderella right!" he laughs again.

"What's so funny here" I frown. Wasn't I being sarcastic about Cinderella there?

"What?"

"Kyaa" I barked out with a laugh.

"What?"

"Kyaa"

"What 'kyaa'?"

"Kyaa means what" In India 'Kyaa' means 'What' they say 'kyaa' in hindi language when they want to say 'what'. You got this zit right. I got its meaning when I was chatting with an Indian on Instagram with my bushy cat beside me. Suddenly the realization hits me like a brick when I remember for what purpose I was here! My bushy cat! I quickly checked on my cat and found her eyes closed.

"Is she dead?" I panicked. Oh no! this can't be true!

"Who's dead?" he asked with a frown.

"I gotta go bye!" I quickly ran away from him.

"Hey! Wait I can drop you! I bet you don't know this place right?"

"uhm.. you're right I guess" I scanned my surrounding for some familiarity so that I can be as far as possible from this jerk, but found none.

"Where do you want to go?" he gasped and continued "what happened to your cat?!!"

"Her leg is wounded and I am taking her to vet, listen here I am in hurry so please I don't have much time to waste on you, so I gotta go" His face twisted in sadness. Oh! The bad boy is hurt. Ok I kinda feel guilty now after all I was being a bitch then because of my cat.

"Ok. Sorry I didn't mean it, because I can't help but be a bitch when it comes to my cat!"

"It's ok pussy cat, hop on I'll drop you" and here I'm feeling guilty for being a bitch. I rolled my eyes and hopped on his bike. And no! I am not afraid of bikes, BUT if one drives it too fast for my liking I would rather have a peaceful death rather than having an accident and having a slow and painful death. But he doesn't have to know that right!

"Hug me tight kitty cat! I'm gonna fly woohoooo" Real mature!

"It's just a bike, why would I have to 'hug you tight'?" I said mimicking his voice.

"Hey! I didn't sound like that" he pouted facing me. Awe!! How cute!!! – wait! Did I just said he's cute? Nopety nope!! He isn't. What if I even admit it, he doesn't have to know that right?

"I'm not only cute but also hot babe" zit! He heard me.

"Of course pussy cat, I heard you!"

"Shut up! And don't 'babe' me, and for God's sake stop calling me ***** cat" I growled. With that he started driving.

Slow..Slow I mentally chanted, "Slo—AAAAHH" but this jerk has to annoy me!!!

"Drive slowly! You jerk" aargh! this bucktard I'll kill him one day!

"Let yourself loooose baby! Enjoy your life with joy! Woohooo!!" he shouted.

"I'm not your baby!!" I grumbled.

"ok then! You either let me call you '***** cat' or 'baby-slash-babe' how's that?"

"What about none of them" I retorted with a tight lipped smile.

"If so, then get ready to hear your pussy cat voice all around the campus!!" even if he's not facing me I can feel his stupid smirk. This biatch!! Yup! I call men 'biatch' and bitch for women.

"Are you threatening me?" the nerve of this bucktard!!

"Yippety yup!" he said in a chirpy voice, popping the 'p', what is it he's so happy about?

"OK! Fine you can—uhm—call me you know—''

"Pussy cat?" he cuts me off.

"No way! That would be embarrassing!" I blushed out of embarrassment. I don't want people to think I'm one of his bed buddy! Ew!!

"Okey dokey baby" he's sure enjoying this very much! Just wait till I kill you jerk!

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