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She set down the lyrics on the table when she heard her phone go off downstairs. She quickly spun downstairs to get it and looked at a text from Tyler. “do you want to go and see battle of the bands” She smirked and spun back into her room. She grabbed her guitar and was about to leave when she spun by a mirror. She stopped and looked at herself and checked her outfit. She pulled on the straps of her one piece and decided to change. She spun around into a black shirt and shorts. As she was leaving the house in a mini tornado she knocked her cat across the living room. She quickly stopped
“*gasp* Kitty!” she ran over to where Oates lie on the floor. She picked him up and squeezed him tightly into her chest. “Oooh kitty, I’m so sorry.” Oates struggled in her arms trying to get out. She ignored the hissing and scratching and continued to squeeze him tighter pressing her face as hard as possible onto his. The cat was suffocating in her hold until he shot out of her arms like a rocket. He landed in a pile of wreckage left from her earlier twisters. “I’ll be back Oates, you be a good boy and stay there.” Oates lay there trying to get untangled while the masked Demi left the house.

Description
She set down the lyrics on the table when she heard her phone go off downstairs. She quickly spun downstairs to get it and looked at a text from Tyler. “do you want to go and see battle of the bands” She smirked and spun back into her room. She grabbed her guitar and was about to leave when she spun by a mirror. She stopped and looked at herself and checked her outfit. She pulled on the straps of her one piece and decided to change. She spun around into a black shirt and shorts. As she was leaving the house in a mini tornado she knocked her cat across the living room. She quickly stopped
“*gasp* Kitty!” she ran over to where Oates lie on the floor. She picked him up and squeezed him tightly into her chest. “Oooh kitty, I’m so sorry.” Oates struggled in her arms trying to get out. She ignored the hissing and scratching and continued to squeeze him tighter pressing her face as hard as possible onto his. The cat was suffocating in her hold until he shot out of her arms like a rocket. He landed in a pile of wreckage left from her earlier twisters. “I’ll be back Oates, you be a good boy and stay there.” Oates lay there trying to get untangled while the masked Demi left the house.