>Mallory
"Big sis, look!" I called out, my voice bubbling with small giggles before I could stop them.
I crouched down near the edge of the road, my knees brushing against the rough ground. A small, worn cardboard box sat there like it had been forgotten by the world. It shook a little. Soft scratching sounds came from inside, barely loud enough to hear.
Carefully, I leaned closer and peeked in.
Two tiny eyes stared back at me.
A small white kitten poked its head out of the box and let out a weak, high-pitched sound.
"Meow!"
I gasped, my heart jumping. The kitten's fur was supposed to be white, but it was stained brown from dirt and dust, clinging to its tiny body. Still, it was cute. So cute it made my chest feel tight.
"Mal!"
I flinched.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to wander off the street on your own?" a woman scolded as she hurried over. "You know how much of a worry wart Trisha can be."
