I plopped down in the tree house and started organizing my fedoras in color, brand, cost, and alphabetical order. After about twenty minutes of this, Grace Hanson climbed up next to me, with a Warrior Cats book in tow. "GRACE COME DOWN THIS INSTANT THERE MIGHT BE SPLINTERS!", Tom yelled from the bottom. Next to him, Leo Straight sighed. They went through this ritual every day. Tom was extremely protective of his twin sister (and of everyone, for that matter). Leo deftly swung up a rung or two, then grabbed Tom's arm and hoisted him up. Next, JC Penny came up, still in his football uniform, grunted, and ate some Scooby-Doo!TM fruit snacks.
"Where's Cassandra?" Grace asked.
"She texted me to say she'll be here soon," said JC, holding up his phone. Sure enough, not a moment later, Cassandra Marquiess pulled herself up and looked around expectantly.
"Has anyone seen Kat?" she said. Suddenly, I let out a piercing scream. Katalyst had appeared out of thin air. "Oh, there you are, Kat," said Cassandra, wisely ignoring me.
"Yep," said Katalyst. "Milo, if you don't shut up, I will rip your favorite fedora to shreds." I shut up.
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Mystery / ThrillerSix teenagers. One Katalyst. -I don't know if I'll ever live to regret it. All I know is, this is my life now. And this is - OH SHIT A CARROT. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT THE COPS OH SHIT A CARROT SHITTTTTTTT-
