His whole day was uneventful. Eat. Write. Clean his house. Sleep and now watch. It's already 10 pm and he's still slumping on his crimson-colored sofa, eating junk foods and a piece of cake he had brought in the coffee shop to celebrate that he somehow passed his exams yesterday. His eyes focus on the screen of his laptop watching a shady looking guy being arrested by a tall bearded guy wearing an oversized coat and a hat. The screen turned black and credits started to roll with an annoying OST of the movie playing in the background. 

He frowned as he started to chew the cake he's eating. ”That was it? What a bad plot! I thought the writer of the book from where this is based is famous?” Still frowning, he closed his laptop shut. ”And... my agent did tell me that I should be like this writer. Is he still okay in the head? The scenes are all predictable and clichè, ” he added as he opened a bottle of soda. 

He took another bite of his cake and started criticizing again, ”The character was not developed properly. He should be the main protagonist but the villain is way more better than him. I am starting to doubt who is the real villain. ” He scratched his head,  silently wishing that he will not hurt his scalp. 

He pointed his index finger upwards, thinking. ”There are also scenes that shouldn't be there in the first place but was dragged there for reasons I don't know. The romance between the main protagonist and the hot chick was also forced. ”

”Fame is everything? Eh? ” He shook his head and drank the content of the soda, he then tossed the emptied bottle on the floor. 

Writers who have more fans than others could easily climb the stairs to become a successful writer. They tend to have more support and agents love it. Why wouldn't they love someone who gave them sales? That's why they are always favored. Some of them, despite having a bad plot's still in the spotlight. Giving birth to undiscovered and underrated writers who are craving for attention and giving everything they have, polishing their skills but still not recognized. 

Yes, he may sound bitter because he was brutally rejected several times and no agent, except Mr. So, accepted him because of his family background. But even Mr. So accepted him… 

”It's unfair!” His face soured as he remembered his agent told him that he's trash. He picked his phone from his pocket and opened his notes. Sighing, he lay on the sofa and opened a new blank note. 

”It's still early, I should start writing. The book for dummies is a great help after all. ” Before he could type a word, he heard a consecutive knock full of urgency from his door. 

He lazily got up from the sofa and headed to the door. He already had an idea who's behind the door and he wished it wasn't that person. 

Why?

He opened the door, revealing a fat woman with smudged lipstick and overly-done make-up. Face crumpled and lips snarling at him. 

”You should have opened the door sooner, you runt! ” The woman slapped him hard on the face and swiftly entered inside his room like she wanted to hide from someone. 

He always gets hurt if this woman isn't satisfied with his actions, everything must be done with haste. 

He touched his face where the woman slapped and silently cursed. 

”Why are you here, auntie?” he asked, tone meekly. The pain is nothing, he's used to his aunt slapping him. 

Yes, he should be thankful that his aunt is here, because she is his only family present after 'that' event, but she always treats him badly and he even don't know why she was like this. 

The woman's scary face started to turn into fear as her sweat bathed her oily face. ”Did you not hear the news? Some people are injured, one died because of an unknown creature who attacked them! I-I'll sleep here, ” panic is evident in her voice and Anthony couldn't stop himself from enjoying seeing his aunt's terrified expression. 

Whenever his aunt is scared, her eyes bulges like navel oranges, cheeks red like a ripened tomato; seemingly opening all her existing pores on her face and… to top all that, she's really shaking like she's been electrocuted. 

”Did you not hear me? They're here!” his aunt frantically said, shaking his shoulder to get his attention. 

Anthony removed his aunt's hands from his shoulder; looking at his aunt in her eyes, he sighed and said, ”Stop panicking, auntie. It's just fake news, sheez. ”

”I-It's not! I am telling you! ”

It's pointless arguing to his aunt. She'll never listen and he's too tired to debate.  

Magic isn't real. That's for sure. He might be a fiction writer but he knows that some of the news nowadays spreads fake news. It might be just criminals and hooligans roaming around the town and they just make it juicier just by adding false stories. 

’But...How can he write now?’ He scratched his head in frustration. Knowing his aunt, if she'll find him writing, she'll stick her oversized nose on his business. 

His aunt trembled and closed the curtains of his windows. ”I-I bet, those creatures are cats! Those pests!!” His aunt sat on his sofa and munched all his foods like a hungry pig. 

He found himself facepalming as he heard what his aunt accused. Cats. Cats. Cats! 

WHAT'S THE FUCKING DEAL WITH CATS?!