She's the kind of girl that no-one can ignore. Bright colours and smiles, and beauty that would stop anyone in their tracks.
She's perfect, and radiant, and happy and incredibly unique. No-one could ever replace her, because there's never been anyone else like her.
No-one else had the courage to dye their hair bright red when they were only eleven, she did.
No-one else had the courage to shout when they feel threatened, or to laugh so loudly when they're happy.
No-one else has ever been as random or as bubbly as she is every day.
Everyone can see her, they see the red hair, and the loud noises, and the smiles that never leave. But somehow, no-one can see the beautiful face beneath the emotions, no-one can see her eyes well up sometimes over the slightest thing, no-one can see how she never answers personal questions.
Everyone knows she's a bit weird, so yes they whisper, they talk about her behind her back, but the never look closer. Cat's crazy, that's just who she is, that's how she's always been. That's just Cat.
No-one looks any closer. No-one cares enough to look closer. And that's why her eyes well up sometimes, because no-one can understand her, and no-one gets her, and yes she hangs out with people, but she doesn't really have a best friend.
No-one can see how upset she is inside, because everyone knows she has problems but they all guess that its just mental problems, that she's unstable. They're wrong. She's just lonely, she never gave up on being a child so she doesn't know how to handle it.
Cats lonely.
And no-one guessed. And no-one saw. And no-one cared. And no-one tried. And no-one ever knew.
Until she met Tori Vega.