Mercedés POV


It was my first day in school and I was so excited to meet my class. Momsi, Popsickel and I were driving to the school. It was a long way there but we didn't care, we were just too happy. I loved Momsi and Popsickel more anything in this world.

''Are you excited, sweetheart?'' Momsi asked me and turned to me. I grinned at her.

''What do you think, Momsi?'' I couldn't sit quietly. Momsi laughed at me, but that laugh died when Popsickel panicky screamed: ''NO! YOU IDIOTS!! DON'T YOU-'' He was cut off from another car hitting us hard and pushing us into the ditch. I closed my eyes. I could hear screams, shattering glass and the car bumping the ground. Then silence. Cold silence.

I slowly opened one eye, then the other. ''Momsi? Popsickel?'' I quietly asked. Nothing. Not even breathing. I opened my hanger quickly and climbed to the front of our car. What I saw there, haunted me the rest of my life. My parents' corpses impaled by the branches and scooped out. It was horrible. I stumbled back, tears in my eyes and without even looking back I jumped out of the car and ran away, straight into the full streets of New York City.

*timeskip*

Mercedés POV


I walked around the city, looking for something to eat or wear. People looked at me, some with pity, some with disgust on their faces. Understandable, I was only wearing old clothes, other people threw away. I didn't really care about that, I was used to it, but it was nice that some people showed some mercy and gave me a bit food and some clothes to wear. I saw something jump over the street, dragged from the wind. It got stuck in the snow several feet in front of me. I walked toward it and saw it was a 5 dollar bill. I took it and looked at the darker growing sky. I should head back. I thought and started walking back.

The place where I mostly stayed and always slept was just a small alley filled with containers, boxes, and bags filled with trash. My 'bed' was made of old clothes from other people and hay, grass, leaves, some feathers and an old blanket, a nice man once gave to me. The only things to eat were mostly, dead mice and birds a cat always brought me. Her name's Beyoncé, at least that's what I call her. She's a small black cat with turquoise-blue eyes and we both usually share our food, but sometimes she gives me everything. God, I wish I could talk with her! But she's a cat and I'm human, sadly.

Speaking of humans...

I don't really communicate with them. I like being by myself and talking to myself and Beyoncé. And I'm way too scared. Why?

Because some people treat me like I was worthless and talking to humans reminds me of Momsi and Popsickel...

What I never really understood was: my parents taught me since I was born French, history, and politic stuff. I don't know why tho, but it may be good to know it... I think. I guess Momsi taught me, French, because she came from there and moved with Popsickel to New York City. They never told me why they taught me the other stuff tho.

Finally, I was back at 'my' alley. Beyoncé wasn't there, maybe hunting mice again or just walking around like I did. I kept on thinking while I laid down on my plank bed. Momsi and Popsickel always said I was smart for my age. I smiled at that thought. After hours of thinking and silently crying I finally fell asleep.


''Okay, when did the American revolution start and end?'' Popsickel asked me and I answered ''It started 1776 and ended 1781 with the battle of Yorktown.''

''Good! And who was the first president?''

''George Washington.''

''Excellent!'' Popsickel called out happily and hugged me tightly.

''Now to our French lesson,'' Momsi said and we went on...


I woke up at dawn, like every morning. While stretching me I noticed the letter on my lap. I took it and scanned it. There was no address and anything. I looked around if anybody was here, but there was no one but me, so I slowly opened the old-looking letter.