This high school party would be the party of the century, starting with the cutest boys in school in attendance and ending with my arms wrapped around the waist of the hottest of them. I would be the envy of the prettiest girls in the school. Those who had shunned me would soon regret making me an outcast once the night came to a close. However what I hadn't counted on was my night derailing somewhere between my cat deciding it wanted to be fed and the flea-infested ball of fur knocking said hair dryer from the sink toward the bathtub.
I had already concluded a long time ago that my little ball of fur undoubtedly insane. "Summer!"
I called my little darling's name as though it were some kind of curse. The dumb animal reacted by jumping from the sink to the bathtub. I only just caught the dryer before it hit the water. A numb feeling travelled up my arm and froze it in place. The cat, being the curious thing that it was, knocked the dryer from my hands. It clattered to the floor with a loud thud.
"Summer." I wrapped my towel around me and took the blasted animal in my arms. Who on earth had left the dryer plugged into a power outlet?
Now what the said cat didn't realise is that water conducts electricity. The cat wouldn't have realised that she would be causing serious harm if this went any further. Some idiot had forgotten to turn the power off at the wall the last time they'd had a shower. There were two possible culprits in this house-hold: me, the sensible, loving and caring younger sister. I would of course have remembered to turn the electricity off at the wall – or at least unplug the hair-dryer. The second culprit you ask? Well that would be the older sister. The older sister was not currently in residence at the moment had had hurriedly showered this morning, washed her hair and forgotten to unplug the said hair-dryer.
"I bet it was Trina," I told the cat as I towelled myself off. "She has a bad habit of leaving things plugged in and mark you, she ran out the door this morning that bloody fast." I snapped my fingers to demonstrate to the cat, who watched me expectantly.
I got the feeling I only had an audience because she wanted her food for the night. I stepped into my outfit for this evening: a pink blouse, coupled with a skirt just above the knee. Long black boots might work, too. The cat would just have to wait. She'd caused enough trouble already: she could consider it as my proverbial form of punishment.
By seven thirty, the cat had been fed and the first guests were starting to arrive. Summer had decided to bugger off somewhere and hide under a rock or something. Good thing, too. I didn't want her to try her luck on any of the guests.
