In The Best Interest--Chapter Two--"Katie's Story"
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Katie ducked in the halls as she avoided the guys who liked to mess around with the girls. It was before connections started at her middle school and the hallways were a mess. She had band next and she was trying to quickly figure a way to avoid it without using the same old stuff, because the teachers had started to figure out why she was never at band.
It wasn't always like this. She didn't always have to hide from people and skip band. At the beginning of middle school, she was your average, meaningless sixth-grader and she liked it like this. Her stepdad, David, insisted she joined band although she had a beautiful voice and would've much rather joined chorus. He had been a star football player, band student, and all-around jock so he insisted that's what his daughter do, too.
Her biological father had died when she was four from a car wreck. A drunk driver had hit him. It wasn't like those miracle stories where they're killed instantly-where no pain is suffered. Her dad had been fine at first, then the surgery that was suppose to make him better killed him. SHe had basically known David all her life, and was happy she did. She loved him more than anything besides her mom. But he was just to demanding.
She usually planned ahead but there had been a parent/teacher conference with her parents and Mr. Marshall-the band teacher about her "destructive behavior" last night so she had no time.
She was way late so no one else was around. She was about to duck into the girls' room that was outside the band room when Mr. Marshall swung the door open and glared at her.
"What'd we talk about yesterday Katie?" he demanded as he grabbed her arm and pushed her into the band rooom. She didn't speak, instead she looked around the band room as twenty pairs of eyes were glued to her. Her friends, Ronnie and Ladarius who also played trumpet, looked worriedly at her. "What'd I SAY?" he yelled.
"To stop skipping." she said quietly, looking at the floor. "That's right. Now, you have detention after class. You know what time," he said, and for a moment his angry eyes got teasing then dimmed again. "No. I-I, uh, can't," Katie stuttered, getting frusterated. "Yes you can. I told your mom I skipped. She just called to see," he said, smirking in satisfaction.
Katie knew there was no way out so she just slumped in her seat without getting her instrument. Mr. Marshall was so happy he didn't even scold her for not being prepared.
**Later that day**
Katie slowly walked to the band room, fearing every moment. She hated him to no end, but knew that if she didn't go her mother and David would make SURe she was there the next day and it would be even longer.
She walked in and looked around hopefully, praying that maybe someone was there. As usual, her prayers weren't answered and Mr. Marshall was typing at his computer. She, quietly as possible, walked to a chair and sat down hoping he wouldn't notice her.
He turned around and grinned at her. "There's my favorite student," he said. Katie eyed him. He was an ugly little fucker, that was for sure. He was pale and wore suits everyday and was really skinny. He always looked un-shaven and his brown hair was shabby and pushed to one side.
"Come here, katie," he demanded. She gripped the edges to the chair and shook her head. "Damnit," he muttered and got up and grabbed her shoulder. He took her to the empty closet in the back of the room. She tried to struggle away from his grasp but he kept a good grip and scanned her body.
"I've been waiting for this, baby," he said, barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes and wished this would all go away. "Please, not today," she begged as she slid down the wall, trying to stall.
"Oh you know that's not gonna work," he said as he bent down, eye-level with her. He grabbed her chin and wiped away her streaming tears. "I hate you!" she cried. "Good, that's nice," he said, not hearing her.
An hour later he was getting back dressed as she sat in the corner, crying. "You know how it goes," he said. He meant, 'DON'T TELL or you die.'
She emerged from the closet and ran home. Her tears weren't stopping even as she entered her house. She saw some bags of hers by the front door and a man talking to her parents. She dropped her bookbag and whiped her eyes.
Her mom and David turned to face her. "WHat's wrong, Kay?" he asked. "Nothing," she answered. "Detention?" her mom demanded. She nodded. "Quit crying about it, it's not like you've never gotten it before," her older brother said, eating an apple. "Shut up, Kevin!" she yelled.
"Honey, you remember that school that we brought up yesterday during the conference with Mr. Marshall?" her mom asked. Katie shrugged. She hadn't been listening, she just remembered that Mr. Marshall had freaked at the idea of his star student leaving. Yeah, right.
"Why?" she asked suspicuously. The man walked to her and she moved away. He stopped, realizing she was scared. "Hi, Katie," he said warmly. She eyed him. "Hi," she answered. "I'm Roger, from a school in the mountains in Canada," he explained. "So?" she asked.
"Honey, we've decided that maybe this place will help you," David explained. She thought of it. She'd be away from Mr. Marshall. "I wouldn't have to be near Mr. Marshall?" she asked in a tiny voice. Roger looked at her parents who rolled their eyes. "There is nothign wrong with him," David snapped, loosing his patience.
"No," her mom answered.
Roger was surprised that she seemed willing to go. After dealing with Scott running off and trying to numerous times and dealing with kids like Kristin at Horizon, he had been ready for a fighting kid.
David and Lynn couldn't go because they had work, which obviously made Katie upset; she didn't want to travel in a car with some strange guy.
"Well we have to pick up two more kids, so we had better get going. I know this may seem strange to you, Katie, but Peter and Sophie, the owners are real nice," Roger explained in the car as Katie said good-bye to her family. "Isn't this a high school?" Katie asked a while into the trip to Pennsylvania, three hours from where Katie was. "Peter is turning some old dorms into a middle school. There was a twelve-year-old girl named Kristin who came in September and a fourteen-year-old named COle who came recently and they're both real young compared to the others, but Cole is high-school and Kristin's band teacher is Peter's best friend so they were let in. After realizing that not only high-school kids need home he decided to open a middle school." Roger explained.
"How very TV movie," Katie mumbled.
**Mmmkay I know that that's not the usual way kids are brought to Horizon but, hey, that's why it's called fiction, right?? Next up, the prejiduce girl..Muahahaha!**
Remember I don't own Katie FLAMINGTEEN does! So check out her awesome stories!
Katie ducked in the halls as she avoided the guys who liked to mess around with the girls. It was before connections started at her middle school and the hallways were a mess. She had band next and she was trying to quickly figure a way to avoid it without using the same old stuff, because the teachers had started to figure out why she was never at band.
It wasn't always like this. She didn't always have to hide from people and skip band. At the beginning of middle school, she was your average, meaningless sixth-grader and she liked it like this. Her stepdad, David, insisted she joined band although she had a beautiful voice and would've much rather joined chorus. He had been a star football player, band student, and all-around jock so he insisted that's what his daughter do, too.
Her biological father had died when she was four from a car wreck. A drunk driver had hit him. It wasn't like those miracle stories where they're killed instantly-where no pain is suffered. Her dad had been fine at first, then the surgery that was suppose to make him better killed him. SHe had basically known David all her life, and was happy she did. She loved him more than anything besides her mom. But he was just to demanding.
She usually planned ahead but there had been a parent/teacher conference with her parents and Mr. Marshall-the band teacher about her "destructive behavior" last night so she had no time.
She was way late so no one else was around. She was about to duck into the girls' room that was outside the band room when Mr. Marshall swung the door open and glared at her.
"What'd we talk about yesterday Katie?" he demanded as he grabbed her arm and pushed her into the band rooom. She didn't speak, instead she looked around the band room as twenty pairs of eyes were glued to her. Her friends, Ronnie and Ladarius who also played trumpet, looked worriedly at her. "What'd I SAY?" he yelled.
"To stop skipping." she said quietly, looking at the floor. "That's right. Now, you have detention after class. You know what time," he said, and for a moment his angry eyes got teasing then dimmed again. "No. I-I, uh, can't," Katie stuttered, getting frusterated. "Yes you can. I told your mom I skipped. She just called to see," he said, smirking in satisfaction.
Katie knew there was no way out so she just slumped in her seat without getting her instrument. Mr. Marshall was so happy he didn't even scold her for not being prepared.
**Later that day**
Katie slowly walked to the band room, fearing every moment. She hated him to no end, but knew that if she didn't go her mother and David would make SURe she was there the next day and it would be even longer.
She walked in and looked around hopefully, praying that maybe someone was there. As usual, her prayers weren't answered and Mr. Marshall was typing at his computer. She, quietly as possible, walked to a chair and sat down hoping he wouldn't notice her.
He turned around and grinned at her. "There's my favorite student," he said. Katie eyed him. He was an ugly little fucker, that was for sure. He was pale and wore suits everyday and was really skinny. He always looked un-shaven and his brown hair was shabby and pushed to one side.
"Come here, katie," he demanded. She gripped the edges to the chair and shook her head. "Damnit," he muttered and got up and grabbed her shoulder. He took her to the empty closet in the back of the room. She tried to struggle away from his grasp but he kept a good grip and scanned her body.
"I've been waiting for this, baby," he said, barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes and wished this would all go away. "Please, not today," she begged as she slid down the wall, trying to stall.
"Oh you know that's not gonna work," he said as he bent down, eye-level with her. He grabbed her chin and wiped away her streaming tears. "I hate you!" she cried. "Good, that's nice," he said, not hearing her.
An hour later he was getting back dressed as she sat in the corner, crying. "You know how it goes," he said. He meant, 'DON'T TELL or you die.'
She emerged from the closet and ran home. Her tears weren't stopping even as she entered her house. She saw some bags of hers by the front door and a man talking to her parents. She dropped her bookbag and whiped her eyes.
Her mom and David turned to face her. "WHat's wrong, Kay?" he asked. "Nothing," she answered. "Detention?" her mom demanded. She nodded. "Quit crying about it, it's not like you've never gotten it before," her older brother said, eating an apple. "Shut up, Kevin!" she yelled.
"Honey, you remember that school that we brought up yesterday during the conference with Mr. Marshall?" her mom asked. Katie shrugged. She hadn't been listening, she just remembered that Mr. Marshall had freaked at the idea of his star student leaving. Yeah, right.
"Why?" she asked suspicuously. The man walked to her and she moved away. He stopped, realizing she was scared. "Hi, Katie," he said warmly. She eyed him. "Hi," she answered. "I'm Roger, from a school in the mountains in Canada," he explained. "So?" she asked.
"Honey, we've decided that maybe this place will help you," David explained. She thought of it. She'd be away from Mr. Marshall. "I wouldn't have to be near Mr. Marshall?" she asked in a tiny voice. Roger looked at her parents who rolled their eyes. "There is nothign wrong with him," David snapped, loosing his patience.
"No," her mom answered.
Roger was surprised that she seemed willing to go. After dealing with Scott running off and trying to numerous times and dealing with kids like Kristin at Horizon, he had been ready for a fighting kid.
David and Lynn couldn't go because they had work, which obviously made Katie upset; she didn't want to travel in a car with some strange guy.
"Well we have to pick up two more kids, so we had better get going. I know this may seem strange to you, Katie, but Peter and Sophie, the owners are real nice," Roger explained in the car as Katie said good-bye to her family. "Isn't this a high school?" Katie asked a while into the trip to Pennsylvania, three hours from where Katie was. "Peter is turning some old dorms into a middle school. There was a twelve-year-old girl named Kristin who came in September and a fourteen-year-old named COle who came recently and they're both real young compared to the others, but Cole is high-school and Kristin's band teacher is Peter's best friend so they were let in. After realizing that not only high-school kids need home he decided to open a middle school." Roger explained.
"How very TV movie," Katie mumbled.
**Mmmkay I know that that's not the usual way kids are brought to Horizon but, hey, that's why it's called fiction, right?? Next up, the prejiduce girl..Muahahaha!**