Invisible String

001. Throwing Tantrums

001.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THROWING TANTRUMS

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Catalina had always been encouraged by her parents and family to do more with her life, to keep busy. She obliged, of course. She always tried to keep her parents happy, doing as told. Catalina did hate some of it at times, but she always reminded herself that if it weren't for them she wouldn't be who she is today. She loved what they encouraged her to do. Yes, she denied a few things, like piano lessons (her fingers were too small to reach the keys to play another note with the same hand), art lessons, singing lessons, dancing, but her absolute favorite was ballet. She knew she was the stereotypical rich girl, but why would she feel guilty about it? She embraced it. Besides, she was never shoving it in anyone's face. Either way, everyone knew her family came from money. So if they knew, why were they still judging? 

‎ ‎ ‎ Catalina woke up with the sound of her alarm, her eyes barely opening as she looked at the time on her phone, 6:45 am. She groaned and turned in bed, her comforter so warm and cozy that she almost didn't get up from bed. Four little paws crawled up her legs, until a little face was peeking down at her, and an entire little body was sitting on her chest. Sally, her siamese cat, who was only 5 months old, meowed as Catalina opened her eyes, a smile creeping onto her lips.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Hola." Catalina said, a hand peeking out from under her white covers to pet Sally's head. The cat's blue eyes closed, purring at the pets she received. Another purr scared the girl, until she realized it was her black cat, Jack. Catalina extended a hand to pet him. They were all in bed for about 5 minutes, before Catalina got the courage to get out of bed and make her bed. Her white covers were adorned by printer purple little leafs, and one bashful lamb jellycat plushy. "Come on," Catalina said to Sally and Jack, who sat neatly next to her, watching as she started her morning routine. They obeyed and followed her downstairs to the kitchen.

‎ ‎ ‎ Catalina's morning routine consisted on a very strict schedule, and everything must be completed one after the other: make her bed, give the cats breakfast, take a shower, skincare, hair, makeup, clothes, breakfast, and she waits for Stiles to pick her up. It's an almost religious routine she has followed, ever since 9th grade. It's very much like Patrick Bateman's routine.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Catalina curled her hair, a red ribbon in her hair in replace of a headband. She wore black see-thru tights, black low doc martins, black skirt that stopped mid thigh, and a black cardigan. she looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with how she looked. The brunette smiled, wiping down at her skirt so there were no cat hairs. Catalina grabbed her backpack, petting Jack and Sally one last time, and she went down stairs.