Meow!, Meow!, Meow!. The meow meow kitty alarm clock, which seemed like a good investment at age 7, again commenced my day with irritation. I wanted to be like the men in the movies and promptly crush the alarm clock, but i quickly realzied i wasnt quite strong enough and lazily poured myself out of bed and stopped the ear piercing meowing.

I quickly became overrun with relief and pleasure realizing it was again a marvelous weekend. And today was quite a special one as well. Today was the day Sam Fisher would finally show me his strange happenings.

Sam Fisher was always an amusing friend. He always thought he had found a ghost or spirit and likewise but quickly I pointed out it was something unimportant and quite regular like a cat wandering around at night, or his mother cleaning the dishes. He always was a little dim- witted but thats what made him such a superb friend, you never knew what kind of strange quest or journey you would go on.

But this seemed more serious than silly old Sam. This seemed big, and had been affecting me as well. Strange anomolies, like the shape of my house bending all crazy like, colors changing very bizzare for just a few seconds, and other similar small changes that started to slowly pile up. It seemed like Sam had finally found something big.

So I had to meet him in his treehouse.But this would be a dangerous social task, as I had to avoid the dreaded parents. These deadly creatures came in pairs, the male wishing to start long converstations with you about school and the future, and the female hoping to kidnap you at any moment, and have you partake in the tortuous activity known in their deranged world as baking. I began to shiver just thinking about it.

But it would'nt be all too easy. The stairs that lead to my room would mean going down them would quickly alert the creatures, and no place in my room had any sort of way out. The windows didn't open and the only way to open them would be to shatter them. Which similar to smahing the alarm clock,it would be a glorious, movie like operation, but the cost would outway the reward.

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All I could do was wait for the intimidating beasts to leave the house. Of which, one was already gone. My workaholic father was off for a meeting with his boss, as he so often was. It was a weekend as well, but he was still out there making that sweet,sweet american currency. Which only left my baking enthusiast and book obsessed mother. You could never quite tell where she was, she was a thin lady. Tall, yes, but this thin tall stature made it easy to hide her body in corners of rooms, popping out suddenly to tell you about a new baking recipe, or how you need to do your homework already. She could be in this very room right now! Except she wouldn't be because she finds the room, my room, a "filthy mess".

Which means I could only wait. Only wait. I looked around the room. The centerpiece to my room was my luscious computer, grease stains and all. A true masterpiece. I really only used it to message friends. But i hadn't seen my best friend, Flora Cooper, since monday. And that hillbilly Sam couldn't afford and wouldn't want a computer. It seemed rather untempting to use the old thing. Other than that, there was my violin, which I made ever so beatiful music on, if your idea of beatiful is loud creaking and accidently striking the violin with the bow. I also have quite the intrest in artwork. I am quite the doodler, often doodling absurd things to impress classmates. For example, scattered around my table was a crab with a tophat annd a knife, or a man with long, wavy arms. But i did'nt do much serious art unless i was making portraits, but i had no one around to base it off of. I also have quite the assortment of posters for classic rock bands, such as the famous PINEAPPLE or JESUS LIGHT. The titles of said bands never made all that much sense to you, but you enjoyed them none the less. Other than that nothing much was going on besides the creepy dolls that I dont like all that much.

Hey, gettinng lost in the thought of my room, it seems my mother had finally left. I saw her with a big, freshly baked cake. She put it in the van and drove off. Thank you mom. Now it was Fisher time. Or time for fisher? Whatever sounded better.

I swiftly flew down the stairs, put on my jacket, and oh... I was still in my pajamis. I quickly switched my comfy Meow Meow Kitty pajamas into my usual attire. My purple shirt of choice, this one having an assortment of animated characters layed upon it, and my skull skirt. I put my jacket back on its hook, walked back up the stairs, and i repeated the previous procedure. Swiftly running down the stairs, putting on my jacket, busting out the door, and I began the long campaing to Sam's.