Hey, I'm back! To make everyone happy, I tried to make this chapter really long. So here goes. I tried to make it as funny as I could.

And I guess I have to point out the obvious again, I don't own CATS.

When people say they have a strange family, I laugh. They always say that their brother eats peas with mustard, or their mom sings really loud in public. Okay… but how does that measure up to having a brother with magic, an uncle who's basically a grownup cat version of Justin Bieber, and a dad who's the superhero of our town? Oh wait… I forgot to mention the fact that my grandfather, he just happens to be our leader. Yeah, that's not strange at all.

Anyway, my dad, Munkustrap, decided to wake me up on Monday morning by pushing me out of the bed. "You have to get up Elle, you're going to be late for school!"

"Well, for one fact, good dads don't abuse their children!" I told him, while trying to untangle myself from my blankets," and second, I'm 13 years old! It's common knowledge that all teens NEVER get to school on time!"

"Well, isn't that strange. Your brother has never been late. Actually, he'll be ready to go anytime now, once he eats all the bacon…"

"You know, I feel like a rule breaker today! I'll be down there in a second." My dad laughed as he gave me a hug, and left my room.

My brother was waiting for me when I got downstairs, smiling a mischief smile. "I swear Quaxo, if you ate all the bacon, I will strangle you!"

"Oh no, I would never do that… I may or may not have licked them though…" He didn't get to finish his sentence, since I jumped on him, and pretended to punch him. He pushed me off of him, and put my breakfast on the table. Goodness, 16 year old brothers are sooooooo weird.

After that, we walked to school, which during that time I figured out that I forgot my homework… again. It wasn't a problem, though. I have a good, responsible friend named Electra. The good thing about responsible friends is that they always do their homework, and with a little bribery, they'll always let you cheat. Trust me; NEVER underestimate the power of candy.

My teacher is Professor Jones, you know, Bustopher Jones. I really don't care how much knowledge he's given to education, he's a fat, boring old guy who likes to talk about himself. It's nearly torture to be in his class. I once asked my dad to get me put with a different teacher, but he started saying how much of an honor it was to be in his class, and how smart he was. I tried to point out that we had our turn with him, and it was time for some more lucky cats to have it (particularly Quaxo's class), but he just gave me the evil glare.

But today I'm going to give all my thanks to the Everlasting Cat, because we have gym first, which means no Jones for a whole hour. Just to make my life even better, it's the day we start the sword fighting unit. I don't know about you, but sword fighting is AWESOME! You and your opponent both have to depend on your skills to win.

Rumpleteazer is my partner today. She's nearly as good as I am (though I will always be the best). First we have to go through a bunch of dumb drills, but at the end, we're allowed to do freestyle. Rumpleteazer and I start doing a mock fight, walking around in circles, trying to do the best Jack Sparrow fighting style. It earned us lecture that was about us not taking gym seriously (which, for his defense, I don't) and how it might even save our lives one day. I then, of course said, in the best salesmen voice I could make,

"But you see sir, there's this wonderful new invention that is said to spit fire, and kill a man from 100 ft. away! It's called a gun. It's was invented, let's say 400 years ago?" I gave him a big smile, knowing that I was about to be thrown out of class. And you know what? I was right! Oh, I couldn't wait for my dinner conversation with Daddy that night.

Of course, how could have I've known that the sword master's words were actually come true?

K, that's it! I hope you like it! Please review and criticize and all that good stuff. I'll try to update soon!