Jesse's Girl

There I was, in the forest, all alone. I was on a camping trip with my father, but got lost on a hiking trail, and ended up here.
	I looked down to myself. I had short, curly brown hair, and I was wearing a black sweater and jeans, and my name was Anne Hathaway. I decide to walk around, looking for the trail, but I couldn't find anything, or anyone, except for a big, black bear.
	I scream at the top of my lungs, and ran from the bear, but it was just so fast, I tripped and fell, seeing my brother by me. He was only five, and was covered in fecal matter for some odd reason.
	"Little Jimmy! Run while you can!" Jimmy did not listen to me, he ran up to the bear and hugged him.
	"You're my friend!" cried Jimmy, too bad the bear only saw him as food. He ate Little Jimmy alive! The bear than ran away as I watched in horror. I lied down on the forest floor, and cried, hoping I wouldn't die a slow and painful death like Jimmy.
	But then, he came...
	His name was Jesse. As he walked out of the bushes, I instantly fell in love with him. With his perfect face, and lovely brown eyes. He was absolutely perfect, but unfortunately, my dad would not approve of a man like him.
	My dad, what a petty man, he always picks at the smallest details. He'd hate Jesse, and probably overreact and say "You can't date Jesse because he's a raccoon"
	Jesse walked up to me, and wiped the tears out of my eyes gently.
	"Hey, don't worry about your brother, I'm here for you" Jesse whispered in my ear with his seductive, soothing voice. He instantly calmed me down, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. My cheeks burned a bright red.
	"J-Jesse, I love you!" I proudly stated, hugging the handsome raccoon.
	"Anne, I.." Jesse paused, and a male raccoon emerged from the bushes "I'm only into dudes, sorry kiddo, better luck next time!" I watched in anger, as my love ran off with another man. Absolutely devastated, I tackle down Jesse's boyfriend.
	"You aren't taking my love you awful animal!" I screamed at the raccoon, and got hit in the face with a laser he fired from his mouth.
	"Boi, have you even heard of me? I am Mikey II, the Super Scientist!" Mikey II proudly announced. The Super Scientist ran off, and kissed Jesse as I watched, devastated. I demanded revenge
	"Ugh, I hate that Super Scientist raccoon-" I was interrupted by a voice
	"Don't talk about my child like that" the voice said. The person emerged from the darkness. He appeared to be human, but had a raccoon head, "I am Mikey, the father of Mikey II!" Mikey struck a pose, and pulled a hot glue gun from his pocket. I was utterly confused, I have never seen a human with a raccoon head before, and screamed as he pointed the hot glue gun to my face.
	"Wait, don't shoot! It took me three hours to get my hair like this! I don't need-" Mikey pulled the trigger, and shot hot glue all over my hair and face. I fell to the ground, clutching my face.
	"You monster! It'll take me weeks to get this glue out!" I yelled at the foul raccoon man, but he simply walked away.
	I was unable to move. I lied there, on the ground, and didn't attempt to walk again until night fell. I attempted to get onto my feet, but the searing pain of the glue was too much, and I fell down.
	"Oh god, I'm going to die here..." I can feel my vision go dark, and I fall into an eternal slumber. But, somehow, I woke up.
	I was in a small house, propped in a black, leather chair by a fireplace. I feel my hair, and notice that the glue is gone from my hair and face. The entire experience felt surreal, and I didn't get out of the chair until about forty minutes later. I slowly walk out of the living room, and to the door that I expected would the the exit to the house, and met another person like Mikey. The person was a woman, wearing a long, black coat, and blue pants. As it opened the door, snow burst from outside. The person closed the door, and greeted me. One thing didn't seem right to me, and then I noticed it. The person had the head of a Siamese cat, and it seemed like it had hands and feet more akin to a cat.
	"Oh gosh, like ten minutes ago, the weather was perfect, and now there's a snowstorm!" the cat said, their voice was quiet and feminine.
	"How did I even get here?" I asked, looking around the house.
	"Oh yeah, I forgot about you. So, I was walking around, probably looking for flowers, and I see you, and I thought you were dead. Well, good thing you aren't, because I hate dead things! I don't know why I brought you into my house though." she went into the kitchen of the house, and started making tea "Oh yeah, my name is Gary, I don't know if human children have names, well, probably not. I wont ask if you have one, because it's probably a touchy subject for you." Gary finished making the tea, and poured it down the drain.
	"No, I have a name`" Gary held her hand over my mouth.
	"Shush, don't worry, you don't have to pretend you have a name, your soul is still going to be-" Gary stopped. I looked up to her, worried about what she was going to say.
	"Wait, can you finish that sentence for me?" I asked, and sat on the leather chair.
	"Oh, it's nothing. And, well, did you hear about my cousin? He's a lion, and he definitely doesn't devour the souls of young children. That would be absurd!" Gary took a cup of frozen water from her freezer, and attempted to drink it.
	"Wait, what did you say?" I started worrying. I really hoped Gary was joking and doesn't actually have a cousin that devoured the soul of young children. Because I am not only young, but also a child.
	"Oh, me? I said nothing at all." Gary put the frozen water back into the freezer "Well, I'm just going to take a nap. I'll wake up in about a week, so see you in a week! Well, if my cousin doesn't steal your soul" Gary fell onto her couch, and instantly fell asleep. I walked around the house, and try to open the door, somehow, it's locked from the outside. I sigh, and try to open any windows in the house, all locked. I hear the door unlocking, and run around the house, looking for a place to hide. I go into what looked like was Gary's room and hid under her bed. I heard footsteps echoing around the house. I looked out from under the bed and saw a cat. A small, brown cat.
	"Who are you?" I said, staring at the cat.
	"I'm a lion!" The cat replied.
	"No you aren't, you're a cat," I honestly wondered whether or not this cat was having an identity crisis.
	"Who are you to tell me that I'm not a lion?!" the cat seemed kind of angry.