Dear Amanda,

I am writing to you to not give up your terrific superhero life and to continue fighting for our city.

My first point is that for last couple of months your salary has gone through the roof. The rest of your family are very proud to see their daughter achieving these massive goals. Won’t your family struggle with the bills? Do you want your family will have to be put into a council building so you can be looked after? Why wouldn’t you help your own city, with all these crimes? There is no one else that can reach your outstanding records as a superhero. I would also like to argue that you deserve to be an all-time star more than anyone else.

Furthermore, I am concerned that your grades will drop into the earth’s core but if you continue be that first class superhero, me and my team will try our best get the best piece of extra credit for each subject. Plus, you are the closest person to getting the honoured scholarship. You have also achieved many medals from competitions with the school P.E department team.

To build on this concern, I would like to point out that many people are concerned you will stop being the best fighter and questions are flying in through the post to the government about who will be brave and capable enough to fight for our country. On the other hand, man people argue that you should stop because you are just making a fool of yourself and that they are capable of fighting themselves and they don’t need a super heroes help. This is not correct, you are capable of fighting these massive crimes.

To summarise, we should you stop your amazing career and think you can’t keep up with these crimes continuously. Go out there and be the best you can be. Occasionally, we will offer vacations for breaks so you don’t over work.

Yours Sincerely, 

Agent Smith

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Chapter 3

Monica woke with a panic; the cat dozed on. 

Outside, she could hear loud voices seeping in 

through the window. Glaring through a gap, 

she could just make out a group of alerted 

guards Monica nudged the cat awake. He lay 

in the darkness and glanced up at her with 

his warm, beautiful eyes. She put her finger 

to his mouth to indicate that they should be 

silent. Sharp voices howled commands; the 

cat let out a throaty meow; Monica gasped.

They tip-toed across the dirty floor, Monica 

signalled to the wolf. Quietly, he padded 

towards her. Ducking down, they hid behind 

a pile of machinery. Carefully, Monica 

tugged a huge piece of tarp across the 

machinery so hopefully no one should find 

Them.

At that moment, someone entered the school. 

There was a pause, nothing moved. A light 

flickered; furniture shifted and someone 

began to search. Risking a glance, darkening 

shadows moved. A wintry wind slipped 

through the smashed window. Shivered, 

Monica cuddled into the warmth of the cat’s fur.

They could wait and move on once the guards 

had left.

It seemed like hours, but it possibly had only 

been forty-five minutes by the time the guards 

had left. It was the afternoon now and in the 

darkness, the cat spoke to Monica… without 

Speaking. Their minds had almost seemed as one 

as he explained that he had to reach the gateway. 

A gateway back to her own land where she 

would not be followed.

Monica had an idea that possibly the gateway 

was part of the town borders where there was a 

huge stone arch that had once been fitted with 

an arch gate. Nervously, she checked his wound.

It still bled; he seemed weaker. The town walls 

could be a long walk… and dangerous. She 

wondered whether they would make it or not.

Monica knew that her family would be worried 

but there was nothing she could do but be safe. 

She had to find the gateway before thinking 

about getting home to her family. So it was that 

only the moon and the stars saw two slim 

shadows, a girl and a cat, slip through the creepy 

alleyways heading across town. They made their 

way, street by street, avoiding checkpoints, 

they were locked in a deadly game of cat and 

mouse.

Chapter 2 

Outside, the rain battered against the windows 

and thunder rumbled overhead. Inside, Monica

tip-toed through the abandoned building, 

looking hopelessly for somewhere to hide. 

Rubbish scattered, old wood stacked at crazy 

angles and scrap equipment lay scattered.

Behind her, the strange man stood creepily in 

the shadows, a shiny knife glittered in his hand.

Monica gulped…

… but at that second, something hissed, louder 

than bells ringing. Out of the darkening shadows,

Not one but two green eyes appeared, a flash 

of detailed fur and sharp white teeth. Whatever 

it was, bolted past Monica and stood tall between 

her and the man.

It was huge and had a pattern along it’s back. 

Monica realised that she was standing beside a 

Massive Maine Coon. It stepped back and 

meowed loudly. In that moment, the man had 

made a run for it. Monica stayed embedded to 

the spot, shook by fear.

The Maine Coon turned and sat in front of Monica, 

resting his head on the ground. She could see that 

he was wounded. A swipe of red ran across his 

side. She has never been so close to a huge creature 

before. He could smell the damp walls and watched 

as his fur rippled.

They glazed intently at each other and Monica felt 

that he was sizing her up, seeing deeper and deeper 

into her very being. But, her fear began to fade 

and held out her hand. He leaned his head forwards 

and sniffed. Then licked her skin, with a pink 

sandpaper tongue. His eyes glazed with warmth. 

He could see kindness but also a dip of sadness.

It was then he spoke. A low, crumbly voice that 

seemed to jump from the ground itself. It was a 

voice of worriedness and rain. “I need your help 

now,” he slowly said. “We must find the gates.”

Monica stared back, her head nodding as if she 

Understood. She knew that moment she would 

do anything to protect this huge, beautiful creature.

Anything. “They will be back” said the Maine Coon,

“so I must hide.”

Half an hour later, Monica and the cat had crept 

through the streets, down to the old school by the 

seaside. No one had ever dared to enter there. 

Rumour had it that the ghosts of the spirit haunted

the building but that last summer Monica had 

made an entry. She often sat inside watching the 

dolphins flash across the water’s edge. The cat curled 

up in a dark corner and slept. Monica kept watch.

Chapter 1

It was a windy evening in February. The cherry 

blossoms bloomed and covered the streets of Troon.

A few streetlights flickered, casting shadows in 

the alleys where anything might be hidden.

Monica MacKenzie ignored the wind. She was staring ahead 

at the checkpoint. Monica held on to her hat tight 

as the wind swept the sand down Golden Trout Alley.

She could see the soldiers checking people’s passes, 

turning most of them back from the border between 

Troon and Arran, where the snow stayed.

“Next in line please” exclaimed the guard, waiting 

patiently for the next person. He held out a black 

gloved hand and Monica handed over her pass. 

“Where are you headed, young lady?” he snapped, 

with anger.

“I’m taking a cake round to a customer for 

my mum,” Monica replied, smiling firmly. The guard 

checked the pass and curtly nodded his head. 

Monica went past the guard and got on the ferry.

A while later, Monica had jumped off the ferry. 

Here the streets are cleaner, shop lights shimmers

the displays and the people chattered as if they 

didn’t mind about the people around them. How 

Monica wished that she was like them and not a 

foreigner in her own land.

Taking a short cut down melody lane, Monica 

lowered her head, minding her own business. Head 

down, keep out of trouble. Her mum always 

drummed that into her head.

She swung round as a man that she hadn’t noticed

before, quickly approached, pulling her arm and tugging

her into the shadows at the side of the alley.

“I’ll be taking that,” he murmured, grabbing Monica’s 

parcel. There was a pause. “Plus any cash that you have!” 

Monica had ducked down and stomped on the man’s shoe 

and ran down up the alley, squeezing through a 

small gap. But the end was blocked by an enormous brick 

wall, making Monica cornered.

The man’s shadow cast through the gap towards Monica. 

It had seemed to stretch out and hold him in his coat of 

arms. Monica gasped. She could see the man’s eyes full 

of greediness, as he shuffled forwards towards Monica. 

Then noticed a small window tucked behind a bunch of 

barrels and a moment later he was inside.

Nature-lover

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

why is your tail so bushy? 

It’s like a soft pillow.

Maine Coon, Maine Coon, 

what kind of insects and 

birds do you chase?

Why can’t you just leave 

the poor animals alone?

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

why do your eyes seem 

so fierce as you climb 

the tree?

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

Why are your paws as 

white as snow?

Why are your claws like 

sharp daggers?

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

Why do you repeat your 

meow when you are alone?

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

Why are you so hungry 

all the time?

You are just like a 

seagull by being so greedy.

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

is it true you have a catnip 

addiction?

Maine Coon, Maine Coon,

why are you so fluffy?

How is it not tuggy?