In the Waiting Room

I was a student from “Happy Star”. My teacher sent me to the Earth to observe the people on it and try to get familiar to them. Helped by the “Space Tunnel”, I reached a waiting room in a railway station.

“Oh, God! Cat!” I heard many people screaming when they saw me. I couldn’t understand why they called me “cat”. Did I look like a cat? Looking in the mirror, two clever eyes made me very handsome and the golden fur made me much cooler. Timidly, I moved here and there observing different kinds of people around me.

“Shit!” A middle-aged man cursed loudly, “an annoying dead cat!” On hearing this, I Hurried to a corner near him quickly. He was stamping his feet with a cigar in his mouth and a newspaper in his lap. I looked at the sign on the wall “No Smoking”! What a rude man!

I moved on until I stopped at a young couple. It was so strange but romantic that they were kissing in the public. Were they going to apart from each other? Or why did they kiss in front of so many people’s eyes? “Ouch!” I felt a big pain. There was someone stepping on my tail! I was terribly sorry I had interrupted the couple’s kiss. The lady was scared, holding her boyfriend tightly at the sight of me. The young gentleman with well-oiled hair, tight coat and bright leather shoes stood up and drove me away. They didn’t even noticed my embarrassed, full of apology’s smile at all!

All of a sudden, I was kicked by someone who seemed burned with anger. Maybe I was in their way. Looking their despite quick pace, I felt a deep despair. They all hated me! Nobody welcomed me! The several business-like men in black decent western-style clothes were gradually out of sight.

I paced, frozen with fear, missing my family, friends as well as the familiar “Happy Star”. I saw hope when hearing a little child’s sweet voice: “Look, Mum! What a lovely cat!” However, I was hurt again by the mother’s words “Don’t touch it. It’s so dirty”!

Having no choice but to go back to the “Happy Star”, I asked my teacher to turn me into a beautiful young lady. My eyes were shaded by long black eyelashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way. Although at the age of 17, I looked very attractive with curly blond hair and fashionable dressing.

Confidently, I went back to the waiting room again. I walked in an easy way this time because I knew I must be the focus of the public.

A slightly bald head leered at me: “Hey, beauty. Do you want to have a drink?” I loathed this kind of man a lot; but I nodded and followed him. When he entering the bar, I gave him a hard kick from the back, then rushed away.

When I Stopped at a safe place, a gentle old woman reminded me that I had lost my purse. Her benign countenance told me she could be trusted. I turned back, another fashionable little girl stood beside me. Her small eyes rolled quickly, her expression was filled with anxiety and her arms folded on her chest. All these made me think of mouse! Was she the theft who stole my purse? Could this little girl run as quickly as me?

The train got into the station. All the passengers crowded to the entrance except the little girl and me. How should I communicate with her? Could I deceive her into “travelling” with me to the “Happy Star”?