I wake to the noise of the mail slot clattering on my door. I glance at my clock and read the time - 11:56. Now would be a okay time to wake up, I guess. I yawn as I stretch my arms, uncovering my body from my blanket. I made my way downstairs to collect the mail, expecting to see some snail mail from grandma.

Yesterday was quite a day. Me and Logan had eventually made our way to his house again. We walked in on the boys rehearsing a song that I was unfamiliar with. Katelyn had gotten my text and was already there. Logan quickly told them to stop and save it for the recording today. I was excited, that was for sure. Logan drove me home about two hours later and I fell asleep, feeling pretty relaxed.

As I made my way down the stairs, a large envelope on the floor caught my eye as I made my way over to the door, bending down to pick it up. I glanced at the packaging and saw the words Toronto Institute of Canada on the front of it. I made a face, opening the envelope, wondering why this place was contacting me.

I pulled out the letter and my eyes widen as I read the first word : 'Congratulations !' Anything that came in the mail that had the word 'congratulations' on it was never good. I scanned the letter, my heart beating fast within every word and sentence.

Dear Miss. Caitlin Greene,

Congratulations! Toronto's Institute of Canada has found and read your excellent record of achievements and high academic grades. We are happy to say that it would be a absolute honor to have you on our team.

Here in Toronto, Canada, we will provide you with your own flat and pay for all your household expenses. If transportation is in need of help, we would gladly help you out. Here in the office, you will get your own office, filled with everything you need from a coffee machine to a fax machine. You will also get your own assistant - her name is Sally Benson. You can contact her at (636)-233-9923 .

We understand that you are living in Hollywood and if the price of flight is the problem, we would gladly pay for your to and fro's. Toronto's Institute of Canada would pay you a great deal of money with the minimum of $215,000 a month.

It is important that you contact us a soon as possible at (905)-234-9332 with your answer. You can also email us at .ca for more information. We are looking forward to working with you.

Sincerely,

Margret Parker, current manager of TIOC.

What? I quickly flipped over the envelope, checking the address and name. I stared in horror at my name and address in size 12 font. No. There has to be some sort of mistake. I looked at the envelope one last time before throwing it on the table, not caring anymore. It must be a mistake. I mean, I'm not the only Caitlin Greene in the world.

I grabbed a apple from the table and chewed on it, while my cell phone rings from my kitchen table. I walk over, smiling at the name that appears on the small screen. I hold the apple in my mouth, picking up my phone and flip it open.

LOGAN: Rdy 4 the new killer song? (:

I couldn't text fast enough.

Cat-Lin: YESYESYESYESYESYESYES

LOGAN: I'll pick U up now. That ok?

Cat-Lin: YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES.

LOGAN: Gr8. C U soon.

I can't stop smiling as I go up my stairs two at a time, thinking of what to wear. I was so glad that Erin's little plan hadn't worked out. On the other hand, she's probably really peeved right now and planning my death as we speak. I pushed open my door, while finishing up my apple and throwing it in the trash. What to wear…? As if on cue, my cell phone pinged again. As much as I wanted to see Logan, I wasn't dressed yet ! I crossed my fingers, hoping that Logan wasn't here already. To my relief, Katelyn's name appeared on the screen, a new text message sent.

Kate-Lyn: Betcha' wondering what 2 wear 2 the recording, huh? (:

Cat-Lin: YES ! How did U know?

Kate-Lyn: It's a friend thing (;

I shook my head at the screen, placing it down on my bed before looking back into my closet, stumbling upon what to wear. But just as I placed my phone down, it pinged again.

Kate-Lyn: I hid something under a seat on UR couch. Go find it.

I made a face at the screen. Under a seat on my couch? What could she possibly hide there. Suddenly, another text message.

Kate-Lyn: Hurry ! Logan will B there any minute now !

I shake my head at the cell phone but quickly rushed down the stairs by sliding down the handrail. I jumped on the couch, flipping over the cushions until I felt a large flat box under the last one. I made a face, taking it out and finding a note attached to it, written with Katelyn's neat printing.

I got this made just for you. I know things have been rough so, hope you like this t-shirt. I know Logan will ! -Katelyn

I slowly opened the box, and came to a black t-shirt with big words saying, "". I laughed out loud and quickly ran upstairs, my new favorite shirt in hand.

Cat-Lin: Thx, K ! I lurve it ! Ahahah

Kate-Lyn: Glad U do ! Now get ready for Logan !

I was still grinning when I pulled on a pair of tight gray skinny jeans and slipped the tshirt over my head. Suddenly, a honk outside my house and a silent ping on my cell phone. I glance at my phone as I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

LOGAN : I'm here ! Ready 2 go ?

I slipped on a pair of flipflops as I texted back even though I was only a meter away from him.

Cat-Lin: Born ready .