A/N: I'm done with the disclaimer, you have all seen it everywhere and it's
annoying to write every single time I update. So, now that I've done it a
few times for this story, I'm done doing it. No one reads them anyways.
I've realized that with my first story, I updated every day, had school,
and didn't have a computer in my room. Now, I don't have school (I did
start a job today, but that's besides the point), the computer is in my
room, and I hardly ever update. What is with that? Although, I do type
faster now. And I've definitely improved in my writing which will help in
my Creative Writing class next year. I'd like everyone to know, I may soon
kill my mouse. Because it is the worst mouse on the planet. It needs to
die. Especially since it's an inanimate object. I'm pretty sure that this
chapter is going to be semi-short. The next chapter is either going to be
completely a whole flashback for Kate or just the bulk of the chapter being
a flashback. Either way, no one, except me, will know EVERYTHING. You'll
all catch on to something with this chapter, but the pieces will all fit
together next chapter. Now that I've scared all of you, I'll just get to
those review responses. Thanks for the 11 reviews I have received at the
moment!
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: I'm thinking of crossing Parker/Kate. I think I might make them friends. That way, some of what Kate will be going through will be carried onto Parker and what she goes through. I'm practically positive that's what I'll be doing, especially since Parker's and Kate's will be the longest and the most serious out of everyone's.
NOTE: AS OF RIGHT NOW, THERE WILL BE NO LIZZIE/GORDO STORY. I HAVE THE IDEA I WANT TO DO, I JUST DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO WRITE IT OR ANYTHING. I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO WRITE IT, KINDA, BUT, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. AT. ALL. SORRY TO ANYONE WANTING TO READ WHAT I WAS PLANNING ON.
Chapter 2: Monday
~Kate~
I walked into school Monday morning feeling cornered and broken.
Today, on a rare warm fall day, I opted for sweats and a t-shirt. Basically my pajamas. I didn't really see any reason to be getting dressed too nice or anything anymore. It didn't really matter to me.
I walked straight to my locker, averting my gaze from everyone I passed. I am just not in the mood to be the Kate Saunders everyone is expecting me to be. I'll probably never be that Kate Saunders again. I don't think that it's possible anymore. I turned the lock on my locker, fumbling with it a couple of times. I became so focused with trying to open my locker and escape that I didn't realize anyone had started to approach me.
I was suddenly aware that someone was attempting to grab my attention, when they took hold of my arm. **Not now, not again.** I can't do this.
"What?" I spat out, turning around in the process.
"Hi?" I guessed I had scared Parker a little bit.
"Sorry, just don't scare people like that anymore." I hadn't noticed until then that I wasn't breathing anymore.
"Well, I was sort of calling your name before. You must have been daydreaming."
"Yeah, daydreaming." I solemnly nodded.
"What about? Or should I should who?" Parker raised her eyebrows at me and giggled.
Cue in: Heart stop beating and clammy feeling now. Right on schedule.
"N-nothing. And no one." I emphasized.
"I'm sure." Someone save me?
"Kate-ness! Feeling better?" Ethan has to be my savior? I seriously never know what he is talking about.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, Friday, at the party. You got sick or something and Ronnie took you off to get you better?"
"Ronnie? Ronnie took me." Ethan nodded. "Are you positive?"
"Yeah. I may not be the brightest tool in the box, but I know Ronnie Jacobs when I see him. He definitely took you somewhere. Said he was headed outside with you to get some air. Don't you remember?" (A/N: Brightest tool in the box. It's just funny to me.)
I have a headache again. I blinked a few times. "Yeah, that's right. I'm doing better."
"Good. See ya." Ethan waved and left me confused and shaken with Parker staring at me.
"Something you want to share with the class? I mean, it couldn't have taken all weekend to get better from one night."
"Can't a girl have a weekend to herself once in a while! God, and you're one to talk Parker. You want to have a heart-to-heart, why don't you tell me why I can all of a sudden see your hip bones."
Parker looked like she was going to slap me and burst into tears at the same time. "I guess this whole Kate changing thing was just a phase. You can go fuck yourself." Ouch. I'd have preferred the slap.
I started walking away from her. There was nothing I could really say now. I had just ruined any relationship I ever had with her. But, then, something stopped me. No, not my conscience. A notebook on the ground that I hadn't noticed. I tripped over it and fell to the ground.
My purse and all of its contents spilled everywhere. Parker was at least nice enough to bend down and help me.
She wasn't too much help. The first thing she picked up was a folded piece of paper. I had no idea what it was, so I opened it up and felt every meal I have ever eaten rise in my throat.
The note with Ronnie and Friday. I stuffed the paper back into my purse and left everything else laying on the ground. I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up.
A/N: What? Who? Why? How? Where? When? Yeah. I just want to say, Parker does not, I repeat does not have an eating disorder.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: I'm thinking of crossing Parker/Kate. I think I might make them friends. That way, some of what Kate will be going through will be carried onto Parker and what she goes through. I'm practically positive that's what I'll be doing, especially since Parker's and Kate's will be the longest and the most serious out of everyone's.
NOTE: AS OF RIGHT NOW, THERE WILL BE NO LIZZIE/GORDO STORY. I HAVE THE IDEA I WANT TO DO, I JUST DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO WRITE IT OR ANYTHING. I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO WRITE IT, KINDA, BUT, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. AT. ALL. SORRY TO ANYONE WANTING TO READ WHAT I WAS PLANNING ON.
Chapter 2: Monday
~Kate~
I walked into school Monday morning feeling cornered and broken.
Today, on a rare warm fall day, I opted for sweats and a t-shirt. Basically my pajamas. I didn't really see any reason to be getting dressed too nice or anything anymore. It didn't really matter to me.
I walked straight to my locker, averting my gaze from everyone I passed. I am just not in the mood to be the Kate Saunders everyone is expecting me to be. I'll probably never be that Kate Saunders again. I don't think that it's possible anymore. I turned the lock on my locker, fumbling with it a couple of times. I became so focused with trying to open my locker and escape that I didn't realize anyone had started to approach me.
I was suddenly aware that someone was attempting to grab my attention, when they took hold of my arm. **Not now, not again.** I can't do this.
"What?" I spat out, turning around in the process.
"Hi?" I guessed I had scared Parker a little bit.
"Sorry, just don't scare people like that anymore." I hadn't noticed until then that I wasn't breathing anymore.
"Well, I was sort of calling your name before. You must have been daydreaming."
"Yeah, daydreaming." I solemnly nodded.
"What about? Or should I should who?" Parker raised her eyebrows at me and giggled.
Cue in: Heart stop beating and clammy feeling now. Right on schedule.
"N-nothing. And no one." I emphasized.
"I'm sure." Someone save me?
"Kate-ness! Feeling better?" Ethan has to be my savior? I seriously never know what he is talking about.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, Friday, at the party. You got sick or something and Ronnie took you off to get you better?"
"Ronnie? Ronnie took me." Ethan nodded. "Are you positive?"
"Yeah. I may not be the brightest tool in the box, but I know Ronnie Jacobs when I see him. He definitely took you somewhere. Said he was headed outside with you to get some air. Don't you remember?" (A/N: Brightest tool in the box. It's just funny to me.)
I have a headache again. I blinked a few times. "Yeah, that's right. I'm doing better."
"Good. See ya." Ethan waved and left me confused and shaken with Parker staring at me.
"Something you want to share with the class? I mean, it couldn't have taken all weekend to get better from one night."
"Can't a girl have a weekend to herself once in a while! God, and you're one to talk Parker. You want to have a heart-to-heart, why don't you tell me why I can all of a sudden see your hip bones."
Parker looked like she was going to slap me and burst into tears at the same time. "I guess this whole Kate changing thing was just a phase. You can go fuck yourself." Ouch. I'd have preferred the slap.
I started walking away from her. There was nothing I could really say now. I had just ruined any relationship I ever had with her. But, then, something stopped me. No, not my conscience. A notebook on the ground that I hadn't noticed. I tripped over it and fell to the ground.
My purse and all of its contents spilled everywhere. Parker was at least nice enough to bend down and help me.
She wasn't too much help. The first thing she picked up was a folded piece of paper. I had no idea what it was, so I opened it up and felt every meal I have ever eaten rise in my throat.
The note with Ronnie and Friday. I stuffed the paper back into my purse and left everything else laying on the ground. I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up.
A/N: What? Who? Why? How? Where? When? Yeah. I just want to say, Parker does not, I repeat does not have an eating disorder.
