Sometimes it's hard to be normal among geniuses.
Kate is a naturally optimistic and sunny person, and normally, she doesn't mind. She contents herself with the knowledge that she could out -run -jump -swim or -climb the lot of them, and physically, she has no equal. Still, it's sometimes embarrassing when Rhonda is quoting entire letters word-perfect, or Number Two is engaging in long, technical conversations with Mr. Benedict, or when Mr. Benedict himself is guessing exactly what you're thinking on pure intuition. She doesn't really mind being outshone by the adults, but sometimes Kate can't suppress a twinge of jealousy when Sticky is reciting entire encyclopedias word-for-word, or Reynie is coming up with brilliant, stunning plans, or even in little Connie-girl is practically reading other people's minds.
Her three closest friends are special, she knows. They're brilliant, quick, intuitive—geniuses, really. In her own way, she is special too—swift, strong, skilled. But is a different sort of gift than that of her friends, and it hurts when that becomes painfully obvious. They always seem just a few seconds ahead of her. Her friends are always the first to understand the plan, to see the only possibility left, to leap to the next logical conclusion, to come up with stunning ideas. Kate moves the fastest physically, but intellectually, she always feels a few steps behind.
Kate is a happy person, but that doesn't make it any easier being normal among geniuses.
(A/N: Don't know where this came from. I was in the middle of working on homework when the idea struck me, and I had to write it down. I already know that it's a little OOC, so no reviews to that effect, please. I really better go back to homework now.)