By Lily Liu
Katrina Corel Ex tapped the table impatiently. She was waiting for Oat. Oat was a cat, and also her friend. That was because Katrina could actually turn into a cat. Then she’d have many entrances to a new world, called the Cat World. And in the Cat World, there would be, of course, cats.
Oat had escaped from the Great Invasion, only four months ago. Katrina had befriended him by rescuing him from a group of spiders, in an organization called S.P.I.D.E.R. which was really secret, but plenty of cats knew about them.
“Hurry up, Oat. It doesn’t take that long to explain why a fourteen-year-old wants to be in the CIA, does it?” Katrina asked in annoyance. “Plenty of people want to get into the CIA.”
“It takes much longer than you expected, Kartina,” Oat replied firmly.
“Oat!” Katrina hissed. “Just call me Kat!”
Oat was a bit incompetent with names, so he constantly called people by the wrong names.
“No, no fourteen-year-olds allowed in the CIA. Too young,” Katrina heard the stubborn (and firm) voice of the CIA director, who Katrina knew was going to try to say ‘no’ in whatever way she could.
“This is my sister, not yours,” Oat replied.
Katrina glared at both of them. “Hurry up!”
“Well I’m sorry, Kartina,” said the CIA director since Oat had called Katrina Kartina so many times, the director assumed her name was actually Kartina.
“No fourteen-year-olds allowed, Kartina,” the director repeated.
Katrina just glared at her.
“She’s my sister,” Oat said.
“Well, she’s too young,” The director glared back at Oat.
“She’s my sister,” Oat said again, stubbornly.
“Well, she’s too young.”
“She’s my sister.”
“Well, she’s too young.”
Katrina just left.