Dollhouse

Chapter One - The Boy Who Flew To The Sun

Addison smiled as she slipped the harness onto her smoky gray cat. Owen let out a meow of discomfort as she lifted him up. This was her weekend routine; get dressed, have breakfast, and walk her cat. Like usual, Owen did not participate much in their walks. She would either have to drag him or carry him and neither option was really much fun. Only on good days would he walk for a couple minutes before deciding he was tired and that he was no longer going to move.

The reason she had started to walk Owen was because her parents were concerned that she was too pale and it was driving potential friends away. Her paleness could be part of the problem, but defiantly wasn't the main issue. What was however, was her mouth. When she was younger Addison had slipped and fallen while taking a shower, knocking out one of her front teeth and making the next beside it crooked and sharp. This incident earned her the nickname "vampire" while simultaneously lowering her social status in school to the second most bullied kid in the entire school.

Even with all the being outside Addison had barely gotten any tanner. It had always been like that. When she first started walking Owen it was a nightmare. Once she would slip the harness on, he would freeze up and not move until she removed it. Then, when she finally got him outside he would try to hide in any bush or tree he could find, making Addison loose her patience rather quickly. After a while though, walking Owen was no longer a chore, but a relaxing activity. She got to realize how much she loved the outdoors and more importantly, how much she loved cats.

Addison decided to take a different route today. She usually walked around her block a couple times, occasionally walking to the center of her small town before retiring back to her home. But today she felt adventurous. She walked confidently ahead. At this very moment Owen half walked and half let himself be dragged.

After a couple minutes of strolling, she came across a strange house that looked to be old and abandoned. From what she saw the grass in the front yard was dead and any plant life was shriveled and rotting. Addison got closer, intrigued. What she saw utterly baffled her. Near the edge of the yard sat a peculiar looking boy. He wore a grey t-shirt with plus sign designs on the chest and sleeves along with jeans and bright red boots. He also had on little arm bands on his wrists and on the top of his forearms. What Addison founds most interesting was the pink earmuffs he wore, along with a long orange and yellow striped scarf which hung down in front of him.

The peculiar boy was struggling to tie a rope on one of the dead bush branches. The other side of the rope was attached to an umbrella. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself. How strange... However hard she tried to be stealthy as she watched him, her clumsiness got the best of her and she tripped into the yard, yelping loudly in a mix of pain, fear, and anger at her body's betrayal.

The strange boy turned to her, looking a little frightened, but it didn't last long.

"Hello!" He said cheerfully, not at all worried about the random stranger that fell into his yard. He held out a gloved hand. She took it. Owen hissed aggressively at the boy. Addison shot him a look, but he didn't understand because alas, he is a cat.

"Sorry- uh hi? Um yeah," she managed awkwardly. She quickly remembered that this boy most likely had no idea who she was since she had never seen him at school and therefore did her best to hide her teeth. If he saw them he didn't ask about them.

The boy gasped suddenly, scaring the crap out of Addison.

"Can I pet your cat?!" He squealed.

"Uh Owen doesn't really like-" The peculiar boy didn't listen to her warning and reached out to touch the angry kitty. Owen snapped at his hand, which he avoided skillfully. The boy kept attempting to touch the cat and Owen kept attempting to bite him simultaneously growling and hissing. The boy looked as if he was having the time of his life, Owen on the other hand was done with this little game and gave up, walking as far away as his leash would allow him. The boy stood back up and smiled at Addison.