Catherine groaned as she awoke to a buzzing sound on her dresser. A glance at her clock told her it was 3:04 am.

She fumbled around and grabbed her phone, squinting at the light emitting from it.

She let out an internal groan when she saw the texters number, a bit pissed that they woke her up at this ungodly hour.

A glance at the phone told her it was Lisa, and Catherine suddenly knew what this was about.

WhT the fck do yu want? Catherine typed groggily, disoriented still. As the typing bubbles popped up, Catherine hoped she could still seem innocent in Lisa's eyes. 

You know what this is about.

...

Catherine! You lied to me!

Its three am in te morning im to tired to typw

can we tlk later?

no.

He just texted me. And IM pissed. you knew this entire time? 

...Listen Lisa, i did this to help u. This would've killed you a couple of weks ago and u know itg.

stop pretending you know whats best for me. I had to hear this form thomas, and he just texted. 

YOU KNOW HOW HE IS

Lisa...Im sorry! But i didn't want ti see you hurting 

can e talk tmrrw?  im to tired to think straighjt 

you never sleep tho...

...stfu. im going to slepfor once. sHH

BWAHAHAHAHA..kk night

...btw, did you know that Carlos is dating someone else? 

(sent at 3:29 am)

Catherine groaned as her alarm rang, and fumbled around until she found it. Dragging herself out of bed, she took the alarm and tossed it across the hall, successfully landing it in her sister's room. Grinning at the cursing now emitting from the room, she flopped on her bed and closed her eyes, figuring a few more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. What're an extra 10 minutes going to do?

Catherine ran out of bed thirty minutes late, cursing herself for allowing herself an extra ten minutes. DAMN IT! Now I'm going to be late! Quickly getting dressed, she brushed her frizzy hair wildly, accidentally knocking her water cup in the process. After wiping up the mess, she threw her brush in the trash and put the wet towel in her brush drawer before realizing her mistake.

"Shit!" She cussed loudly, taking the paper towel out of the brush drawer. "Today is not my day!" After putting everything back correctly, she groggily ran out, smacking face-first into a solid wall.

"OW!" She groaned, clutching her head. She glared at the wall that now seemed to taunt her. "MARK MY WORDS, I WILL TEAR YOU DOWN ONE DAY!" 

"CAT! COME UP! BREAKFAST IS ALMOST OVER!" Her aunt shouted from upstairs.

Thanks for the reminder, thought Catherine sarcastically. You just couldn't have said it thirty minutes ago, hmm?

Groaning, she trudged downstairs, only to end up on the upper floor's ceiling. Walking her way across the ceiling to the kitchen, Catherine jumped down to get on the couch, grabbing a floating Carmel on the way down.

As she entered the kitchen, Catherine gasped, and couldn't move. All she could do is stare frozen in horror at her aunt, begging this to be a nightmare.

This is not happening thisisnothappening-

"There you are Cat! Good news!I'm cooking breakfast again!" Her aunt beamed at her, oblivious to the fact that the stove was burning, the table was on fire, pancake batter was splattered against the walls, and worst of all, the bacon was undercooked.