I woke up and groaned. When could I ever just sleep in on a Friday? I could already hear everything that was going on downstairs from my attic bedroom! Phoebe was downstairs announcing what her day was going to be like, Max was contradicting everything she said, Billy was doing a morning run around the Earth, Mom was banging a load of pots and pans together washing dishes, Dad was eating, and Nora was singing as she brushed her hair and put a hair bow in it. I slid down my fireman's pole and slid into the kitchen, smacking the twins, Phoebe and Max, in the back of the heads, making them yelp in unison.

"Cat's up!" Dad announced without turning around. And yes, my name is Cat. Short for Catrina, get over it. I'm freaking evil! Awhile back ago, there was this evil guy called Dr. Colossal, who Dad turned into Max's pet rabbit who lives in Max's evil lair in the basement. I got the attic, he got the basement. He taught me that being evil was amazing, and we were teaching Max to be the same way. Nora was next on our list, not that she knew it. Billy was going to be her minion and Phoebe was too far gone.

"Hey, Mama Thundermann! What's for breakfast?" I asked. I was a senior in high school while Max and Phoebe were both juniors and I didn't care enough to remember what the other two were in. Mom raised her eyebrows at me.

"There are eggs and sausage in the fridge, and there is cereal in the pantry. You can make it yourself." I have her a balking look, then set to work getting breakfast. Then I watched as Dad stood up and I nodded to Max as I handed him a whoopee cushion, which he stuck on Dad's chair. It was a simple prank, but it was good enough to start the day. When he sat down, both of us and Nora had trouble containing our giggles. Dad looked at Max and I.

"Alright, was it Max, Cat, or both?" He asked. Max and I mimicked offended looks.

"Dad..." I said, sounding hurt.

"We are extremely shocked that you would ever accuse us of doing such a thing!" Max said, equally as hurt. But the then we both snickered. "Though you gotta admit, it was pretty funny!" Dad pulled the whoopee cushion out and laid it on the table. Phoebe groaned.

"I swear, you two need to grow up." I stuck my tongue out at her. Me and Max were closer as siblings than she and Max were. Mom nodded.

"Phoebe's right! You two are both in high school and you're still going through an evil phase!"

"It's not a phase!" We shouted at the same time. Dad stood up.

"Well, whatever it is, it's stopping now. Max, you sixteen years old and you still talk to your pet rabbit! And Cat, you're seventeen years old and I frankly don't feel safe letting you leave the house!" I laughed at them.

"Yeah, well, that's why I'm leaving, after I graduate high school and go to evil college." Mom came over to me, pointing a finger at me.

"That's what you think!" I spun around and looked at my parents, feeling a bit overpowered here.

"Wait, what? You're not going to let me graduate, and leave the house?" Dad nodded.

"Yep. As soon as you're out of high school, you're going to go to college right here in Hiddenville and stay at home until this phase is over." He said. Then he high fived Mom. "Boo yah!"

"What! No way! You can't make me stay here!" I shouted. Mom crossed her arms and shook her head.

"Sorry, Cat. But you forced this upon yourself." She said. I stomped away, leaving a trail of flaming footsteps behind me. Yeah, I control fire. Technically, I control all the elements, but Mom made me get an anklet that only allowed me to control certain powers at a time. I guess today, it was fire. Lucky her that she pissed me off already. She hated that I, Phoebe, and Max had fiery powers, mainly me. Phoebe and Max had heat breath, so they controlled it better, but me? Well, if I had been able to control my water side, there would be puddles. If I had been able to control earth, the floor would have been sunken in. And if I had been controlling air, there might have been a tornado. Anything could happen.

I stomped up to the rope ladder that led to my room, climbed up it, shut and locked my trapdoor, and collapsed on the bed, refusing to cry. Only wimps cried, and I was no wimp! But so much for my day going good.

(Yay! Another fic for me to forget to update!)