(AN: okay so i dont know if anyone is really reading this or cares but in case yu do,i dont have internet at my house so i never know when i can update.)

"CATHERINE! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!" Tom yells.

You can hear a groan from the glob of blankets and sheet on the ground.

"Catherine get up."

Tom goes to grab the blankets and pull them off, but an arm pops out and yanks him in.

"Mmmm." Catherine gently moans and snuggles closer to tom. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and her face is right next to his.

"Catherine, you promised Mary-Margret you would come in and teach her art class today."

"Mmhy dnt wmnna."

"I don't care. Get up'

"No."

"Yes."

"Suck my dick."

"Jar."

*Sigh*

Catherine gets up and grabs a dollar. She goes to the dresser and looks at The Jar. It has a pink slip of paper taped to it that reads 'The Jar' and a hole in the cap.

'The Jar… My worst enemy.'

you see, Catherine has a bit of a swearing And using bad words problem. So every time she says a bad words or swears, she has to put a dollar in The Jar. It seems tat every room in the hole town has a The Jar.

Catherine and tom jump as they hear a siren go off.

"Shit! Graham's here again. Quick hide."

"Jar, and no. It's your ringtone."

*Sigh*

She looks down at her phone after put in a dollar in The jar. The screen reads Mary-margret is calling.

"Damn-"

"Jar."

"Yeah, yeah. Hello Mary-Margret."

'You still coming today?'

"Yeah, I'm already on my way."

"Liar."

"Shut up Tom. 'I'll be there soon.'"

'Kay.' and she hangs up.

"I can still make it."

"Mhmm."

Catherine quick grabs a pair of pj's with sock monkeys on them and a shirt that has a picture of someone on a couch and it reads "I'm not lazy I just really like this couch" that loosely fits her form. She also grabs a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it. She goes to the shower and washes her petite yet curvy body and green hair. She doesn't like scents so her she has plain unscented soap. Though she still manages to smell good. After her shower she hurriedly grabs some pumpkin seeds and a heath chocolate bar with her coffee. She need about 5 ½ cups of coffee just to even start the process of waking up.

"Well isn't that a healthy breakfast." Tom remarks.

"Mshd herp" (shut up)

She runs out and accidentally slams the door on her way out.

Usually she just drives her car to some random place in town (and then forgets where she parks and looses her car) and walks all day but because this is Mary-Margret she wants to hurry.

Catherine turns the radio on and hears Cut the Cord by Shinedown and cranks the volume.

Now while driving she notices the clock and how dooms her. Its 8:05.

"Mother Fucker! I'm late!"

She then slams the gas pedal harder not giving any regard to the speed limit.

She gets to the school in record time. She has to run to the classroom.

"No running the hallway!" some old hag yells as Cat passes her by.

"Suck my ass!"

*le gasp*

"Catherine. Watch your language. Jar." Mary-Margret scolds sternly in that gentle voice of hers.

"… You have a The Jar?..."

"Of course. Everyone does."

*Sigh*

"Okay kids, Today Cat has agreed to come in and teach the art class." she explains to the class.

"Cool!"

"Ew mud." were some of the enthusiastic mumbles she got as replies. Cat gets done with class and is $12 poorer.

"Hey Kitty Cat!"

Cat smiles to herself. There are very few who call her that and one of them being Henry.

"Hey Henry. Did you like my class?"

"Ya! It was fun to get dirty!"

"I know. Its also why I love it."

"Are you going to work?"

"Ya probably. Why?"

"Can I come with? I have someone I want you to meet!"

"Sure. And does this person involve your theory?"

"Ya, but that's not the only reason I want you to meet her."

'Hmm… Better not be a girlfriend. Don't want anyone to steal him from me' And with that, they start walking to the shop.

Henry and Cat became friends easily. They both have wild imaginations and determined. Henry told Catherine all about his theory, and Cat believes every bit of it. She's even helped with it. She has dreams of this stuff, and she figures that with the memory lose, its her mind trying to tell her something. Henry of course found this as a great asset.

Next thing you know a siren goes off.

"Damn it. Hide me Henry Graham is here for me!"

"It's just your phone Kitty Cat."

"… Oh, I need to change this ringtone."

She looks down at her phone and sees its Tom

'Hey cat, when are you gonna be here? I can't stand having to gaze upon this filth any longer.'

"Are you talking about the customers or the cargo?"

'Both,' he replies.

Tom doesn't like sweets and he believes he is above everyone else.

"Ass hole"

"Bitch. Oh and jar."

*sigh*

And with that she hangs up. She looks to her right and notices Granny's Diner

"Wait here and I'll be right back."

She walks in and goes up to the counter. She rummages through her pockets and takes out what she was looking for. She then puts the dollar into The Jar and walks out.

"Oh Catherine," Granny says with an exasperated head nod as she watches the greenette leave the premises.

Cat and Henry get to Cat Got Your Tongue and they walk in. The shop is right across the street from Mr. Gold's pawnshop. It is a very big contrast from colorful and inviting, to very pain and gloomy. The outside consist of entrancing abstract art that Catherine did herself. She changes it, probably once a month at least. She gets bored of the same ol' colors every day. Except for pink, she hates pink, never allows it on her building unless some one drew something for her and it had pink on it.

They walk in and hear the ding-a-ling of the bell as it hits the door above their heads. The sickening sweet smell burst towards their noses in full force. She smiles to herself. The beautiful melody of bubbly child laughter emerged her left. Henry went t one of the wall and start drawing on them with chalk. Cat, again, got bored of the same ol' colors every day so she decided to paint her inside wall with chalk spray paint. (AN: by the way just in case you didn't know chalkboard spray paint is a real thing.). Henry is such a sweet little boy. Some unfamiliar woman walks into the store.

"Why hello there. Henry do you know the name of the beautiful woman whose hair shines like the light of the sun, warming my soul with her radiance. "

The blond gives the greenette an incredulous look.

"Hello I'm Emma."

"She is my-" Henry didn't get to finish for Catherine takes the blond's hand and twirls her into her arms and dips her like they were just in waltz. She takes her chin, in her forefinger and thumb. And tilts her head to look her deep into her eyes.

"Emma," she purrs. "The name of wholesomeness and universe. (AN: This is true. I look it up,('^').) Ah my passionate love for you and burning desire is my emma."

Emma doesn't really know how to react to that. She can feel just a tiny bit of heat rises to her cheeks. She only hopes no one notices. The smirk on Catherine's face reveals that she did see it.

'Why am I thinking like this?' Catherine has befuddle her. She tends to do that.

"Ah my-" Cat was interrupted by the ding-a-ling o f the rub of the bell upon the door.

"Oh Catherine, trying to get into the town's guest's pants already? Have you no shame?" A thick, enticing Scottish accent says, as the owner to whom disapprovingly shakes his head.