Georgia Q.

Lost
  “Where’s Newman?”

We all boomed.

Tears rushed down my face as if they were lava coming down a volcano.

My heart was turning into a teardrop.

My eyes started to look worn out and tired.

Goosebumps were following my every movement.

Stay strong,  I thought.

It seemed almost impossible to actually find him.

Why would a storm want my cat?

Hours passed, and still no sign of Newman.

Something in me wanted to check the drawers.

Running came to a stop when I heard… purring.

I opened the drawer where the sound was coming from. And there was Newman with 6 other kittens.