The Cataster: A Fictional Narrative

Percy I

It was Friday and the toaster was broken. Well, not broken per se, it was toasting just fine. Stopping the toasting was what was presenting a bit of difficulty.
Percy tried again to release the slice of bread from the clutches of the appliance to no avail. The bread (it was the heel of the bread mind you. Not worth the effort it was taking to rescue) was stuck and Percy’s sore fingers had had enough.
In a fit of frustration Percy hit the toaster with a closed fist, causing it to fly off the counter and onto the floor. Upon striking the tile, the toaster made a small noise of indignation and released its captive. The toast was beyond burnt, but at least it was out.
‘About time,’ Percy thought to himself, kneeling to clean up the mess he’d made. He used both hands to lift the appliance back onto

You excited about the trip?”
“Oh, god yes!”
Every year Jason, Piper, and their best friend Leo went on a roadtrip to Miami for the Miami Heatwave Festival. And this year, they’d invited Percy to join them. Three days there, three back, four teenagers, one van, and no adult supervision. His mom and Paul had been hesitant to the idea when he first mentioned it, but weeks of begging and having Piper and Leo come over along with Jason had convinced them that Percy was ready to handle vacationing on his own.
When Percy dropped his dishes into the sink, he noticed the clock. Oh, shit, he was late. He rushed into his room and reached into one of his open drawers to pull out a pair of mismatched socks. Attempting to put them on while standing led to a brief lapse in balance and Percy found himself face down on the floor, still trying to wiggle the socks onto his feet. Once successful, he grabbed his old black Vans (the only pair of shoes he owned that weren’t yet packed in his travel bag) and tied them to his feet quickly. He made a quick decision to slip on his hoodie then lept to his