Disclaimer: I own Catalina, Wendy, and Rose. Nothing else. Well, I guess that the plot is mine too, b/c I made it up. Well, anyway. Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda all belong to Disney.
Chapter 2
A Lot of Junk
Catalina started her cleaning by finding a light to turn on so she could see what she was doing better. She found the light 15 minutes later just to discover that she was too short to reach the cord to turn it on. 'Rose would be able to reach it, as I'm only 5' and she's 5'4!' Catalina thought bitterly as she pulled boxes over and stood on them to reach the light. Just as she pulled on it, two things happened, the light came on and she tumbled down onto her butt. She, like a fool, felt to see if she had broken anything and she discovered that she had bruised her butt rather badly and other than hurting her ego, she was fine.
Since the light was finally on, Catalina realized that the basement was more of a mess than she had originally thought. But, she reasoned, it hasn't been properly cleaned in all the thirteen years that I've lived here. Even Mom said that. Catalina figured that it would probably take her about a week to clean it up if she worked steadily. The first two things that she needed to do were to get bags to throw junk away in and to call her friends to cancel her plans for the week. 'Drat' she thought 'now I have to cancel my date with Ned because Mom won't like it if I go out with him when I should be working. Well, at least it's not like I'm canceling right before a dance' she consoled herself.
She went upstairs and after getting a box of big, black, garbage bags, she got the phone to call her friends. After talking to Stacy (who had been disappointed, but understanding) she called Lily who told her to just call Ned and get it over with. Lily also told to make sure she scheduled another date while she was on the phone that way he would still think that she liked him and wasn't just backing out because she hated him. Catalina wasn't sure she wanted to call Ned right away, so she decided to call him after dinner. After all, he was probably at some practice right now.
She preceded back downstairs, limping slightly because of her bruised butt, with the box of bags in her arms. Catalina went to the first pile of junk and started sorting through it, with most of it going into the rash bags. Twenty minutes later, she had filled four bags and had a pile of old, decrepit things to throw away. So, in order to clear the space that had been a walkway and was now filled with trash, she started making trips upstairs and to the edge of the street where the trash collection would be in a couple of days.
FLASHBACK-excerpt from Miranda's diary.
Dear Diary,
Today is the day that I go to court. I am starting to feel really guilty about this...
A/N: dun dun dunnnnnn! Anyway, how do yall like it? Make me happy and press that little purple button over there that says GO on it! PLZ?!
