Once appearances

It's funny how fast months pass - and even funnier how a fat cat can still fly - after gaining five kilos. Keshem became the only cat I could trust as I lived past the days of friends with a fat packet of betrayal. What lay inside the teal envelope changed my life - Keshem became something I needed, something so magical she began to seem (at times), unbelievable. Still, she dropped in frequently (oh bloody hell) as if she was a fairy godmother. Except more with a tinge of nag and pinch of sarcasm.

I lit my cigarette that lay comfortably between my two fingers. Smoke billowed from the tip. I breathed.
"Puff." I jumped - dropping my cigarette down the balcony. Pissing fuck! I cursed aloud before recognizing a familiar red cape made of satin, and like the billowing smoke, it flowed with elegance. "Nice to see you, after, say, a month?" I frowned and reached into my pocket for another stick. I struck the lighter  before it came alight with a warm flame. Keshem pulled out a buffer from thin air and sat cross legged on my bed's duvet, "Well, you didn't tell me you moved Quincy." She blew the dust off her nail. I rolled my eyes, "Aren't you a Charm Cat? You're supposed to know everything." I breathed out a mouthful of smoke before tapping the excess off the balcony's ledge. Keshem looked at me and pointed at my cigarette - "You could burn Mr Popkins' head like that." I sniggered before taking in a breath once again. Mr Popkins is my neighbour - he was a cheerful lad. Not. He strangely had a large set of colourful umbrellas which he boasted of. Other than that he's fucking cranky and gets annoyed by rain. Alot. And well he was balding, which explains why I would burn him.

"So, how's school?" The fat flying cat asked, trying on a baseball cat my ex-boyfriend had given to me. "Epic." I ran the brush through my brown hair, the bristles entangling with the frizz. "You know I saw Jason with Lucy the other day." I kept quiet. "They were holding hands." I continued to brush my hair. "They kissed." I threw my brush down, hard, on the ground.
I looked at Keshem and screamed, "Does it matter!?" I panted as my cheeks grew rosy. There was a lump in my throat and it's a lump you can't digest, a lump you can't swallow. She jumped and was thrown back, aghast. "Well I made Jason step on dog poo and Lucy get her third period this month."
I wiped away a stray tear and managed a grin. "You, are a fucking bitch."

"Shut up you slut. I'm a cat." And there, she disappeared again.