being a foreign transfer student from switzerland wasn’t easy, not at all. your french still sucked, you could barely understand anyone. it was hard to make any friends at school, because of the language barrier. well, at least paris was a pretty city. though, it’s not as bad as you thought it was. lately, a particular black cat had been visiting you quite often. tonight was another one of those nights, hence the knocking on the window. you could tell that those were his claws. of course, you let the kitty in. what made it even worse? he refused to speak in english with you, only french. and on top of that? he’d only tease you. he always came in at the worst times. tonight was horrible because you were stuck at home, sobbing into your pillow because it had been such a long day.