My name is Kat. I am not proud of the things I've done.

But I have done good things.

Just not very many. This is the account of one of them.

It all started on my twelfth birthday. I was going to play a game with my friends. My sister had gotten me a fuzzy pair of dice from wherever she got them from. "Katy," she said, her words slurred together, "I want 'cha ta take care ah dese dice. Mm'k?" I looked at her my eyes going from the neutral color of gray to a fiery red. "My dear, dear sister," I said sweetly. "Would you mind, uh, just for once, oh I don't know... NOT GET DRUNK?! PLEASE?!" I yelled. I couldn't see her eyes through her yellow shades that came down just where her face ended in two, sharp triangles. (If you watch Bakugan or Steven Universe, you know the type of glasses) She just threw them on my Meowth stuffed toy and walked out. (Yesh Pokémon :3) I picked up the strange objects. They were fluffy and bright pink with golden spots. They looked like something a female gangster would have in her car. "Whatever." I mumble and log onto my Thomas Talker account. As the heiress to the Thomas and Friends company, loyalty is everything. It seems that my ectobiological brother, Gunther is online. (His full name is Gunther Simon King. Gotta love the subliminal messages to other fandoms.)

~gruesomeCatasrophe began talking to gigglingTurtleman at 5:30~

GC: Gunny, how ya doing?

GT: great sistah! ~<3

GC: Ya know, it's someone's birthday today.

GT: wow! rly? who!!!!

GT: gimme teh deets!!!!!

GC: ME YOU IDIOT

GT: o

GT: sowwy

GC: *facepalm* Why are all my friends so stupid?

GT: ;-;

GC: Oh god Gunther.

GT: *cries tears of sadness*

GC: Oh god Gunther please don't do this.

GT: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!

GT: I MADE MY MISTAKE!!

GC: Please stop

GT: GOT NO WHERE TO RUN!!!

GT: THE NIGHT GOES ON!!!!

GT: HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!

GC: You done now, laddie?

GT: ooh girl!

GT: kitty-Kat Twenton gots claws!

GC: Oh please, I could do a lot worse Gunny.

GT: humph! We all know you're too good to curse!

GC: It's not that I'm too good to curse.

GC: It's that I care about my image far too much to ruin it with such vulgar.

GT: STAHP IT!!!!

GC: What

GT: STAHP USING BIG GIRL WORDS!!!!

GC: Would you like me to enlighten you?

GT: OH MY GAWD, STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!!

GC: Oh, shut up Drama King.

GT: ?-?

GC: Vulgar means a bad word that may also be a dirty word. Enlighten means to brighten, as in, to help you understand something.

GT: oic

GC: *sighs* I should try to engage myself in a conversation with someone worthy of my extensive knowledge of vocabulary and such.

GT: i already told you to stahp.

GT: so STAHP.

GC: Engage is to become involved with. Extensive means a wide array of something.

GC: Look, I don't have time for nonsense, so if you'll please excuse me.

GT: oki, BAI!!!! ~<3

GT: o and Happy Birthday bae!!!!

GC: Goodbye, pudding brain.

~gruesomeCatasrophe ceased talking to gigglingTurtleman at 5:56~

I hit the home button on my phone. I adjust my circular glasses. These things were so expensive, but they made my eye color look brown no matter what color it actually was. (Her glasses are like Jade's, but instead of clear glass, it is dark green, and see-through, like looking into two emeralds.) I pinch the bridge of my nose as I slump into my black desk chair. I smirk to myself as I indulge in a childish activity. In other words, I smirked to myself while spinning on the spiny-chair. I picked up the pair of dice. I put it into my Chance Modus. If something is really rare and I captchalouge it, I have a very slim chance of getting it. Because a fuzzy pair of dice is something you could get for 30 tickets at Freddy's, it isn't all that rare. (YAAAAAAS!!!! 5 NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S!!!!) I slumped into the floor and crawl over to my Meowth plushie that is about 4 feet tall. Considering I'm almost seven feet at 12 years old it isn't that big. I laugh slightly at the bright red "SWAG" sign I put on it. I go to sleep listening to my Ghost Town station on Pandora. (My head cannon is that John likes Ghost Town and that was the reason for his first PesterChum account. It's just so right.) That night is a dreamless one, which is strange. I'm usually on Derse.