Title: Another Brick in the Wall

Author: Lea of Mirkwood

Rating: R, for language.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit.

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Monday, October 5, 1998

"It's time to start planning for our senior trip," said Delilah imperiously. "I'm thinking Hawaii."

Kit lazily raised her hand, one of the only seniors actually paying attention.

"Katherine?" said Delilah reluctantly.

"Wouldn't that be just a little bit expensive?"

Delilah sighed. "I'm sorry, Katherine-"

"Kit."

"...Kit...but going to the cowboy ranch is out of the question."

Delilah's attempt at a slashing comment fell rather flat, as no one was really listening. Kit shrugged and started spitefully humming "Home on the Range." Delilah gritted her teeth. Casey, about twenty seats away from all human contact, raised his hand.

"We could try Detroit..." he trailed off when the football team started laughing. "or...not..." he said, sinking lower in his seat.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'll take it up with Mr. Tate."

Kit turned around in her chair to look at Casey and give him the thumbs-up. Casey smiled back rather uneasily, and lowered his eyes, pleased that Delilah had liked his suggestion. Kit turned back, racking her brain for a song to hum about Detroit, but failing. She settled for humming a Beatles song. (Here Comes the Sun, my favorite.) The person next to Kit turned and glared at her. Casey watched Kit shrug and pull something out of her bag, most likely her sketchbook so she could (again) draw Delilah and add the devil horns and claim once more that she was only showing what the class president really looked like.

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Kit finished off the doodle of Delilah with devil horns and satanic worshipers in dark robes bowing to her with little speech bubbles saying, "Teach me to be so evil, my wicked mistress." It really wasn't fair. She had been going to Greengrass High for three years. She'd been a Greengrass Wildcat. She'd grown up there. All her memories would be of Greengrass High and Katie, and Nell, and Alec, and Hayden and Rob. Oh, Rob. For the last year, her junior year, it had been KitandRob. RobandKit. They were inseparable. But now, all of that would be erased. Forever, her diploma would say Herrington High, Ohio. No one would know how much she'd loved going to that wonderful high school in town, with it's murals of horses on the wall, and the bronze mountain lion outside in the courtyard, which was their pride and joy. She had gone there and loved it there and really been happy. All her memories would be of Greengrass High. But for the rest of her life there would be notices asking her to come to Herrington High reunions to see her good old pals from Ohio. Nothing would come from Greengrass High. She would forever see the red and gold notices in the mail. Nothing with the green and yellow. Nothing that said "Support the new Wildcats of Greengrass High!" but notices saying "Feel the Sting! Support the new Hornets!" It was like her entire life would be wiped out. She and her friends had put off their P.E. credit until senior year, planning to be the seniors that ruled over the freshman Phys. Ed. class. Now she was stuck in a school with no friends and a P.E. class of midgets. At least Rob still wrote. Kit was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that the assembly was over. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, looking up. It was Casey, standing behind her. She tipped her head back, looking at him upside down.

"Casey."

"The assembly is over. It's time for your Anatomy Phys, and my Latin class."

"That sounds like a cola. You know, I used to think physics was how they got the bubbles in cola? Say it out loud, Casey. See? See?"

"Physics. Fizz-ics. Oh."

Kit laughed and reached up and tweaked Casey's cheek. "You're cute. Let's go to class."

Kit shut her sketchbook and got up.

"What were you drawing?" asked Casey as they headed for the exit. Kit hesitated, knowing how he hated when she made fun of Delilah. Kit opened to another sketch, this one of Casey himself looking down at the ground, watching a butterfly. Casey nodded.

"Oh."

Kit shrugged. "I hadn't done the butterfly yet."

Casey nodded. "Okay. See you later?" he said, stopping outside the door to his Latin class. Kit nodded. Casey went into class and sat down near the door. He idly watched Kit as she went down the hall to her next class. The bell rang. Mrs. Danann walked to the front of the room. Casey got out a pencil and paper and looked up at the front of the room. Mrs. Danann turned on the projector and put a transparency of Latin verbs on. Casey started copying them down without really thinking about them.

"Draco, draconem..." he muttered under his breath. "Patria..." (those are the only Latin words I know. The others I have to look up.)

"Amor omnia vincit," Casey heard one of the girls in his class whisper, then look up at one of the members of the football team. Casey, distracted by this, pulled out another piece of paper and wrote on it, "Don't waste your time on the football team. They're all jerks and their thoughts on girls are only veni, vedi, vici." He reached behind him and dropped it on the desk of the girl. He heard the crinkle of paper as she opened it and probably read. The paper landed back on his desk. He opened it and read, "How dare you, you little wimp! You don't know Jason at all! You probably did something to make him hate you!" Casey's shoulders slumped and he wrote back, "Like exist?" The girl scrawled back in a frantic, furious looking writing, "Shut up you little creep! No wonder the whole cheerleading squad thinks you're a dork. You don't know anything!"

The bell rang. Casey picked up his bags and hurried out before the rest of the class. He made it to the courtyard without completely losing it and sat down over by a tree near the fence. The cafeteria he couldn't cope with then. He opened his fist and looked at the piece of paper crumpled up in the middle of his palm.

"Good lord. What did that little paper do to deserve such torture?" said a voice from above him. He looked up and saw Kit standing at his feet. She plopped down next to him and pulled out her lunch bag.

"Don't mind me if I smell like a fetal pig. What is it?" she asked, reaching for the piece of paper. Casey made a little protesting noise and held the paper away from her. She reached across and grabbed his wrist and pulled his fist over to her. Prying his fingers apart, she managed to yank the little scrap of paper out of his grasp. Uncrumpling the paper, she quickly scanned the note. Casey looked down at his lunch and started to unwrap his roast beef sandwich. He didn't look up to see her expression. He expected some wise crack, or a threat to go find the disser and rip them limb from limb...actually Casey realized he had no idea what to expect from Kit. But the one thing she did do he completely didn't expect, and he thought it was completely out of character for her.

"Oh, Casey," she said sympathetically, and re-crumpled the note and pressed it back into his hand. "I'm sorry. I had no idea. I'm sorry." She reached over and put her arm around Casey's shoulders and rested her head against his. "Want me to kill her for you?"

Okay, that was more to character. Casey shrugged.

"No. That's okay."

Kit nodded and reached over to open her lunch bag. She pulled out a package of Twinkies.

"Here. Want the Twinkies?"

Casey looked up at Kit incredulously. She sighed. "No, on second thought, I like Twinkies too much. You can have half?" she offered. Casey let out a little laugh in spite of himself. Kit had to be insane. Either that or she was just really, really...really...weird. Either way it led to insanity.

Senior Poll Category #1: Most likely to end up in a mental hospital.

Casey Conner: Katherine O'Connell

Stokely Mitchell: Stokely Mitchell

Delilah Profitt: Katherine O'Connell

Stan Rosado: Coach Willis

Gabe Santora: Coach Willis

Katherine O'Connell: Delilah Profitt

Zeke Tyler: Absent when ballot was handed out.