Katherine fumbled with the wires in
the back of her radio, muttering, ready to throw the stupid thing onto
the fool in exasperation. It wasn't working, and she really didn't
have the time for this. Today had been a terrible day. And now, on top
of it all, she had to deal with broken radios. She closed her eyes tight,
remembering everything that had happened.
First, she had forgotten her project
for school and taken an incomplete. For the next to classes, no one would
talk to her because they knew that "Killer Firefly" would go off if they
did.
She was known all over the school for
her ability to change extreme emotions at the drop of a hat, practically
at will. It was for this reason she was also one of the best actors in
the school. She didn't mind the nickname Firefly, because although it was
supposed to be insulting, she just thought it was kind of stupid.
That night, long since over her little
brood, she had performed a play after school that was written by an older
student. It was called "different", and it was about a girl who discovered
she was different from almost everyone else on the planet-she had a rare
disease. Katherine was that girl, the main lead, Linda.
During one of Linda's biggest scenes,
a love scene, Katherine fell over in the midst of a sweet kiss. For the
rest of the play, none of the cast was able to look at her with a straight
face, and the audience didn't even try to hide their mirth at her misfortune.
When she got home, she was ready to
kill someone (she had already approached the male lead with a butter knife
and had to be diverted by the director), and now her radio wouldn't work.
She was about to drop the thing and jump up and down on it, when the phone
in her room rang. The caller ID said SAMIR, DEREK. Derek was a boy in her
English class that she had had an eye on for a long time, so she picked
up the phone, all traces of her anger gone.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, hi, this is Derek. Katherine,
is that you? Well, I wanted to say that I saw your play tonight, and…"
his voice broke off in a snicker. "When your director told you to break
a leg…did you really take him seriously?" He couldn't talk any more,
he was laughing so hard.
Katherine's brain went white hot with
anger. Slamming her radio down on her desk, she didn't really notice when
Madonna's "Music" blasted out of it. She couldn't speak, though she wanted
to badly. She wanted to lash out at him, she wanted to hurt him, no, she
wanted him to DIE.
She trembled with pure fury, she almost
didn't notice when Derek began to scream on the other end of the phone.
She listened, confused, though still trembling with fury. The phone felt
hot in her hand, but she didn't set it down, couldn't, and wouldn't. She
wanted to listen to him scream, wanted to hear him in pain.
So she did.
Until the line went dead. She set the
phone onto the hook gently, though her hands was still shaking with rage.
Until she looked at them. They were glowing.
So, tell me what you think in the
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