My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 62

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

I was content sifting through the books to find some to take with us, but I wasn’t sure where I would go next. Who has any use for a magical herbalist? I’m considered wimpy in the Mirrorworld or the spy agency, and Earth has much better technology than herbs. I like cats, but I don’t really want them as the only people who can carry on a conversation. Really, I wasn’t sure where I was going.
I heard Daniel say to Keith that he was going back to his world. I wouldn’t. If I were him, I’d join the agency. I mean, he’s got the serious magic, and people would probably love to learn things from him. He’d make a great teacher; he never got angry, and he was smart and kept people in line easily enough. The only major argument I’d seen him in was the one with Sophie in the forest.
But anyway, I heard Daniel explain to Keith what school was, and as I pushed another book into my pack, I decided that I would try it. It sounded like rather useless information being taught, but it was somewhere to go and I wanted to go there.
“Anyone is welcome to come with me. I’m going back. I haven’t planned beyond that, but we’ve been gone a long time and our parents are probably worried sick.”
“And this is a problem how?” Sophie pointed out.
Daniel shook his head. “We just need to get back where we belong.”
“But do you belong there?” Sophie asked. “Do we belong there, all of us? This group shouldn’t be separated.”
“Well,” Daniel said, “if we’re not going to be separate, then we can always move to where we want. Trial and error. But we should try that dimension first.”
“What are you going to do after school if we stay there?” I asked.
“Well…” Daniel said. “I had plans to be an English teacher, but considering what’s happened here… I really have no clue, none at all.”
“Be a writer,” I said, surprising myself. “You have plenty of material.”
“Maybe,” Daniel said. “It just seems too… quiet, sort of.”
“You’d be a shoo-in for a teaching position at the agency,” Molly said. “They obviously don’t care how old you are.”
“I don’t know,” Daniel said.
“I know what I’m doing, right now,” Sophie said. “I’m shoving books in the pack so we can get the heck outta here.”
Everyone snapped out of the periodic mesmerization and went back to the bookshelves. It seemed like I was not the only one who couldn’t decide what to do. My problem was that I wasn’t really needed anywhere, but Daniel’s was that he was needed everywhere.

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