We really don't know much about Kitten... this is basically "Date With Destiny" from Kitten's point of view. Title is very likely to change. Suggestions wanted!

This is one of the LONGEST stories I've ever written, but it'll probably only be two chapters. I'm still hoping for lots o' reviews!

Lurve ya lots,

Aiedail

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Kitty-Cat

Kitten stood in front of the dirty bathroom mirror brushing her already straight blonde hair.

"I swear, Chelsea," she said, "I'm going to have Daddy sue this school for lack of hygiene. Everything is disgusting."

The brown haired teen next to her, Chelsea, nodded. "I know," she said and rolled her eyes. "It's sick."

She, too, began examining herself in the mirror.

"Can I have your brush?" she asked Kitten, who was now applying mascara and had switched from the bathroom mirror to a hot pink compact.

Kitten nodded and slicked on a fresh coat of shimmering pink lip gloss.

"Ugh, I've gotten sooooo fat," she said, sucking in her stomach and turning sideways in front of the mirror. Her flat tummy was barely covered in a pink tube top.

The girl set the brush down with a click. "No way, Kitten! You are so not fat," Chelsea cried. "I am, though. Why the hell did I eat cake for my brother's birthday?"

"I don't know, but I definitely shouldn't have had fries for lunch yesterday."

"You always lose it so fast. You'll lose it all before Prom."

"Chelsea, we're going shopping. Mall after school. Come to my locker."

Chelsea grinned. "You read my mind." She glanced up at the cracked clock on the beige wall. "Crap, the bell's about to ring. I can't be late for Sandler's class again. He's already about to fail me."

Kitten laughed. "He's about to fail everyone. He says that every day." She wiggled her fingers in a wave. "Ciao."

Chelsea left, her brown ponytail swaying in time with her hips.

Kitten took one last look in the mirror. She hitched up her top and straightened her denim mini. A few strands of hair were set in front and the rest in back. She picked her hot pink messenger bag off of the floor and sucked in one last time. Then she left the bathroom.

A few minutes later she slipped into locker room. Ugh, sucky P.E. Kitten was incredibly glad that her father had written a note saying she was allergic to the fabric used to make the gym uniforms. She wished she'd gotten away with him writing a note that said she was allergic to the gym, but he wouldn't. She'd screamed and yelled and thrown tantrum after tantrum, but it was the one thing Daddy wouldn't budge on. He was big on physical education.

Kitten set her bag down in the bottom of the gross locker. She pulled out a pair of pink short shorts and a tight t-shirt. While everyone else changed into long shorts and humongous shirts, she was dressed in style.

Whisking her hair into a high ponytail, she slipped off her platform flip flops and opted for a pair of tennis shoes.

She left the locker room, many pairs of jealous eyes on her back.

She sat down on the gym floor as students filed in out of the locker rooms. Fang, across the room, waved. Kitten tried to smile back. She wished Fang would leave her alone sometimes. He was always there.

Kitten was lost in thought about Prom dresses and boyfriends when she heard the words "TEAM ONE!" being screamed at her. She looked up.

"Huh?"

"Team one, Kitten!" yelled the gym teacher.

Kitten, puzzled, glanced around.

"Over here," mouthed a redheaded girl.

Kitten smiled at the teacher, whose name Kitten didn't know, and headed over to the girl.

Kitten grinned. "Thanks, Lyss."

"You have to pay attention, Kitten!"

"What are you, the coach?" Kitten asked rudely, rolled her eyes, and folded her arms. Lyss blanched. Kitten waved her hand to let Alyssa know she was kidding. "Why, though?" Kitten asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Because we're probably going to be in different gym classes next year."

"Oh."

Alyssa rolled her eyes and shook out her auburn ponytail. "Do you even know what we're playing?"

"Duh. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Kitten..."

Kitten looked around and noticed a large net in the middle of the gym.

"Tennis?" she asked hopefully.

Lyss sighed. "Volleyball, Kitten, volleyball."

"Right."

The game started soon after, Kitten's team serving first. Alyssa executed a perfect overhand, and someone on the other team hit it back. It soared back across the court, and of course it flew straight at Kitten.

"Eeeep!" she shrieked as it fell towards her. She covered her head, and was pushed out of the way as some kid Kitten didn't know pushed her out of the way. He tried to hit it, but missed because she didn't moved fast enough. Instead, he sort of fell on top of her.

"Ouch!" she said as he elbowed her in the side.

"Pay attention, Kitten!" he yelled at her rudely. Actually, he was kind of hot... what was his name? Jim? James? Joe? She knew it started with a J...

"Kitten!"

"Hmm?" Kitten looked around. "OWWW!" The white ball smacked her on the head.

"KITTEN!"

Kitten rubbed her head and did her best to straighten her hair as she saw the gym teacher frowning at her. "Your team is losing! Try to hit it over this time!"

Kitten glared at her, but tried to look interested in the torture they called "volleyball."

The ball arched its way over the net, right towards her, as the other team had marked her as a weak spot.

This time, she was ready. She whacked it with her hand... and watched as it dropped to the ground. Alyssa dove under her and hit it up.

"KITTENHITIT!" Alyssa yelled in a flurry.

"Huh?" Kitten asked as she watched the volleyball drop back to the ground.

"Nice dive, Malloy!" the teacher yelled to Alyssa. "KITTEN!" she screamed again.

"Sorry! Jeez!" Kitten said and rolled her eyes.

After one of the longest volleyball games ever, gym was over and Kitten finally left. Her teammates glared at her, but didn't say anything, for fear of what Kitten would do to them later.

She changed quickly and left as soon as she could. She couldn't bear being in the gym locker room for any longer...

A few minutes later she arrived in math class just as the bell rang. She slid into her desk and smiled at the blonde across the isle from her. The girl waved back.

Kitten pulled her math book out and set it on her desk, along with last night's homework, each problem perfect. Of course she didn't understand any of it, but why bother when Daddy hired some guy to do it for her?

Kitten zoned out as the Mrs. Orphal began talking about some sort of algebraic expression. Did she honestly think people cared?

She opened a pink notebook and held a pen above it, pretending she was taking notes, while really she held her cell phone inside her desk and was text messaging Laine, her best friend who was forced to suffer through science.

K: ah its so boring!
L: math is the same

K: mall after school... u coming?
L: yup... who else?
K: C, A, & M

L: sweet

"Kitten!" came a small hiss.

Kitten looked up for a minute to see the girl across the isle glancing at her, then down at the ground. Kitten looked at the ground to see a folded piece of paper.

The girl's brown boot kicked the note across the floor, and Kitten discreetly picked it up, just as Mrs. Orphal glanced her way.

"What is that, Kitten?"

"Uh, dropped my science notes out of my bag!"

Kitten hurriedly typed "mrs. o is looking, g2g!" into her phone and switched it off.

She placed it inside her notebook and unfolded it carefully. She loved notes from Mari. That was what made math class worthwhile.

Did you hear about the theme for the Prom? The note said in purple gel pen.

No, Kitten scribbled down with her pencil, what is it? She booted the note back across the isle and Mari picked it up.

'Your Date With Destiny' came Mari's reply.

Ew, that sounds stupid, Kitten wrote.

I know... the Prom committee sux this year.

Got a date yet?

Nope... you're lucky you've got Fang.

Ick, Fang... I think I'm going to break up with him.

Why?

He's so annoying. His spider head is starting to creep me out.

The truth was, the effect of having a mutant for a boyfriend was wearing off. Kitten didn't actually like him, it was all for image. As soon as he came to the school, he was Mr. Popular, and Kitten had to have him. Now, he was just... normal. Like everyone else. Biker boys were in now, and all the ones that went to her school were taken. Where was she going to get a date now?

Oh, I see your point. I have no idea who's going to ask me!

See that kid in front of me? Kyle, I think... he keeps staring at you. Smile at him when you get this. We might get you a date yet! Of course, it's always okay to go single.

Are you serious? Kyle? He has good hair, but he's UGLY!

And ABSOLUTELY NOBODY goes single!


God, chill. Never mind then. C, A, L and I are going shopping after school... wanna come?

Sorry.

Prom dresses, right? I'm coming.

Yeah, but NOTHING there is going to fit me after I got so fat!

God, Kitten, I wish you'd stop freaking about this! You're NOT fat!

You're only saying that because you're my friend. I AM fat and you know it!

"Test Friday!" Mrs. Orphal called.

Crap. Oh, well, maybe her perfect homework would make up for how badly Kitten did on tests.

The bell rang, and Kitten jumped up. Yes! School was finally over.

She made her way to her locker, making sure her glossy hair swayed as she walked.

People seemed to have forgotten about gym, and she waved with her fingertips and smiled as she passed friends and not-so-much friends in the hallway.

"Kitten!"

She looked up.

"Do you want to help my buy a dress for Prom?" some girl asked.

Kitten looked her up and down. She looked okay... oh. Knock-off Coach bag. No.

Kitten stared at her, rolled her eyes, coughed "Pathetic!" and marched off.

She opened her locker and pulled out the books she needed for the homework she wasn't doing, and tucked them into her bag.

She examined the door of her locker, once gray but now mostly pink because of the numerous decorations. There was the picture of her, Alyssa, Mari, Chelsea, and Laine. Then there was her and Fang...

Oh.

Fang.

That reminded her... she had to break up with him soon. But how was she going to do that?

"Kitten?"

"Hmm?" she turned around, and there he was. Fang. Right there. She would do it now.

"Fang, I-"

Wait. Maybe she should wait until after Prom, because she definitely wasn't getting another date...

Okay. She wouldn't break up with him until later.

"Kitten, I'm really sorry," he began, "but I have to break up with you."

"WHAT?" she screeched.

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