Skipping School For The Hunt
Moments later, I made up my mind—school could wait. Finding Luna was all that mattered. The moment Linda left for work, I grabbed my backpack and slipped out the door, my heart pounding with purpose. My first destination was the animal shelters across town. Every step I took was driven by unwavering determination. Luna was out there somewhere, waiting for me to bring her home. I had the whole day ahead of me, and I wouldn’t stop until I found her.
Skipping School For The Hunt
Shelters Lead Nowhere
Every shelter told the same story—no sign of a cat named Luna or anything close to her description. Frustration simmered beneath the surface. I had hoped at least one shelter might have spotted her, but every inquiry led to the same disappointing answer. Time was slipping away, and each call felt like another door closing. The staff offered kind smiles and sympathetic shakes of their heads, but no leads. It was clear—I needed to expand my search.
Shelters Lead Nowhere
