A/N: Ok. Don't hurt me. I like the dad, too. PLEASE. Thank you.
Oh, and for my purposes, Kat's and Bianca's mother's name is Sharon. Is it? I seem to remember that name…well, anyways, it is now. If ya know 100% what her name is, I would love to know, so put it in your review.
*I mean NO disrespect to anyone who has had to go through any of this. I personally have no experience, so I am just guessing. *
Disclaimer: I don't own Kat. Or Bianca. Or their dad. Or Sharon, I guess. I own Brad. As for the rest of the characters…decide for yourself ;)
FATE
By MandELLA
A knock came at the door of Bianca's classroom. The skinny, self- assured, mouse-teacher strode across the classroom to answer it. After a few moments, the teacher closed the door, and motioned to Bianca. She rolled her eyes. God, during my quality note reading period. Couldn't they wait 25 more minutes for gym? But she shoved her note from Chastity into her purse, then collected her stuff and trudged to the front of the class. "Um…the, um, fr-front office wants t-to talk to you." Mrs. Grand mumbled.
The first week of school, and already I'm called to the front office. Great. To her surprise, however, Kat was there, too, slouched in a chair, with a look to match Bianca's annoyance. But annoyance was lost when the girls learned why they were called to the office.
The principal looked at the girls with what Kat perceived as compassion. In some wild hallucination, she could have sworn she saw a tear. This gave her enough lax to let out the breath she had been holding in. She wasn't here for outstanding disciplinary reasons. "Girls," The principal began, "I'm afraid you'll need to sit down. I have some bad news." Kat looked to Bianca, and they shared a look before Bianca rolled her eyes and looked back to the principal. Little did they know their world was crashing down on top of them. "Your father was in a car accident on his way to work this morning."
Oh, God, no. No, no, no, no, no.
"I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but he died before he reached-"
Kat slammed her fists down on the principal's desk. "NO!" She cried, before fleeing his office. Bianca just sat there. She couldn't handle pain like this. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't think. After a few seconds of being an unfeeling mass, emotions came. They burst the dam. She buried her face in her hands and began to weep. The principal gently ushered her out into the hall as he began a conference with the counselor to decide the Stratford sister's futures. Phone calls began.
* * *
Kat didn't know where this highway was going to take her. She didn't really care. If she was caught, if she was suspended, it didn't matter. She needed to escape. If she wanted anything, Katarina Stratford WANTED to get caught. If she was caught, they would call her father, and if her father knew, he would yell and scream, and lecture, and ground her. And if he could do that…
She didn't hate him. She just wanted freedom, and because of her stupid, STUPID mother, he was afraid to loose the rest of his family. And she finally understood how he felt. Kat turned her thoughts to Bianca. What would happen to her? She thought. We can't be separated. She's all I have, my only family. If mom were still here, we would have been all right. But she left. I hate my mother.
With that, Kat turned her car around and drove back to Padua High.
* * *
"Mom?!" Bianca sat up from her scrunched position, and tried to brush back some hair from her face, unbelieving what she saw. The last time she had seen Sharon, she was still in Middle School. Flash backs raced through her head:
Her mother screaming.
Her father pleading.
Her mother packing wildly, randomly shoving clothes and shoes into a large, blue suitcase.
And finally, her mother throwing divorce papers into her "daddy's" face.
Then she was gone.
Her mother was gone.
No one knew Bianca saw that. She wasn't supposed to. It was 1:30 in the morning, but the screaming woke her up. And now her mother was back. It didn't take long to realize why. The principal MUST have tracked her down.
Her mother was her only family, so she would have to live with her.
Bianca REALLY didn't want to.
"Hi, honey." Her mother greeted her with syrup loading in her mouth. A tall man with too-blonde hair, too-white teeth, and too-Ken doll-type of body stood beside her mother. In fact, Bianca mused, he practically is Ken.
"Hiya, Katar-"He began. Sharon elbowed him and cut him off. "Er, Bianca." At this, they both stared at her with even brighter smiles.
"Oh, my, God. You're the med. student." Bianca said. My mother ran away with this guy. For a brief second she stared vapidly at him.
As if to attract the attention back to her, Sharon put her arm around the man's waist, and her other on his chest. "This is Brad Leigh." Her ring finger sparkled from the diamond rock on her finger. She smiled down at her daughter.
Things were not going good for Bianca. As she muttered, "Oh, Kat, get me outta here." She tried to paste on a smile, but even Bianca, who had been trained to smile even the worst of conditions, couldn't bring herself to smile as her life tore apart. My daddy died, my sister disappeared, and now my mother shows up with the man who was 'better' than daddy. She acts like she still knows me. Like she still kisses me on the cheek goodnight. "Well you don't." Bianca said aloud, accusing. "You never will."
Her mother continued smiling, but the smile was mixed with confusion. "What, dear?" Bianca looked away. Where did my mother go? This woman is not the mom I remember.
Swallowing rage, she looked back at her mother. "Nothing."
* * *
The next week, Kat looked one last time at her house. She tried to memorize its frame: Bianca's window, the balcony, the porch, and the window she used to read near. Now the room was empty. Her room was empty. Her dad's room was empty… A knot welled to in her throat, but she pushed it down. She only cried twice. At the funeral, and when she said goodbye to Mandella, her best friend. She didn't need to add to this. She sniffed once, and ducked down into her car. After much begging, she convinced her mother and Brad that she COULD drive well enough to go across the country to a small town in Georgia, where her mother lived.
She gripped the wheel as she called out the window. "Bianca! We're leaving!" Bianca stopped hugging Chastity, her best friend. They both shouted to each other "I'll call you!" as they did the international telephone sign. Then Bianca climbed into Kat's sedan and buckled just before Brad sped off in his Ferrari.
What seemed like ten million miles later, Brad finally pulled up into a driveway. Kat's eyes scanned her new house. It was two stories, and gray and white in color. The 2nd story was accentuated with 5 windows. The first floor's front door was rather simple, with only a small "welcome" sign to liven up the bleak whiteness.
Unnecessarily, Kat looked at Bianca. "We're here."
* * *
So! How did you people like it? Well, I know, it really isn't that happy, but I PROMISE it does later. If you like it, I would really love it if you reviewed. And, as I said before in my last Ten Things fic, if you don't review I don't update. Sorry, Grace, if you are reading this now, but "Mandella's Diary", won't be updated if it doesn't get anymore reviews. I had to force two other people to review it. And I don't think it's worth it to update if no one cares. Sorry. If you like the story, take 10 minutes out of your time and read AND review Mandella's Dairy. PLEASE. PLEASE. Thank you. It was my first fic. I wrote it a year before I began to publish it. Why do you think my pen name is MandELLA??? I know, I'm obsessed. But it actually gives Mandella a character, and gives her depth, and a life, and it's funny. Kinda. I think so. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW IT!!!!! Just even a little "I read this, and liked it, and please update it." Will really make my day. And I will, if ppl just ask. Thank you.
The sad authoress,
MandELLA
Oh, and for my purposes, Kat's and Bianca's mother's name is Sharon. Is it? I seem to remember that name…well, anyways, it is now. If ya know 100% what her name is, I would love to know, so put it in your review.
*I mean NO disrespect to anyone who has had to go through any of this. I personally have no experience, so I am just guessing. *
Disclaimer: I don't own Kat. Or Bianca. Or their dad. Or Sharon, I guess. I own Brad. As for the rest of the characters…decide for yourself ;)
FATE
By MandELLA
A knock came at the door of Bianca's classroom. The skinny, self- assured, mouse-teacher strode across the classroom to answer it. After a few moments, the teacher closed the door, and motioned to Bianca. She rolled her eyes. God, during my quality note reading period. Couldn't they wait 25 more minutes for gym? But she shoved her note from Chastity into her purse, then collected her stuff and trudged to the front of the class. "Um…the, um, fr-front office wants t-to talk to you." Mrs. Grand mumbled.
The first week of school, and already I'm called to the front office. Great. To her surprise, however, Kat was there, too, slouched in a chair, with a look to match Bianca's annoyance. But annoyance was lost when the girls learned why they were called to the office.
The principal looked at the girls with what Kat perceived as compassion. In some wild hallucination, she could have sworn she saw a tear. This gave her enough lax to let out the breath she had been holding in. She wasn't here for outstanding disciplinary reasons. "Girls," The principal began, "I'm afraid you'll need to sit down. I have some bad news." Kat looked to Bianca, and they shared a look before Bianca rolled her eyes and looked back to the principal. Little did they know their world was crashing down on top of them. "Your father was in a car accident on his way to work this morning."
Oh, God, no. No, no, no, no, no.
"I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but he died before he reached-"
Kat slammed her fists down on the principal's desk. "NO!" She cried, before fleeing his office. Bianca just sat there. She couldn't handle pain like this. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't think. After a few seconds of being an unfeeling mass, emotions came. They burst the dam. She buried her face in her hands and began to weep. The principal gently ushered her out into the hall as he began a conference with the counselor to decide the Stratford sister's futures. Phone calls began.
* * *
Kat didn't know where this highway was going to take her. She didn't really care. If she was caught, if she was suspended, it didn't matter. She needed to escape. If she wanted anything, Katarina Stratford WANTED to get caught. If she was caught, they would call her father, and if her father knew, he would yell and scream, and lecture, and ground her. And if he could do that…
She didn't hate him. She just wanted freedom, and because of her stupid, STUPID mother, he was afraid to loose the rest of his family. And she finally understood how he felt. Kat turned her thoughts to Bianca. What would happen to her? She thought. We can't be separated. She's all I have, my only family. If mom were still here, we would have been all right. But she left. I hate my mother.
With that, Kat turned her car around and drove back to Padua High.
* * *
"Mom?!" Bianca sat up from her scrunched position, and tried to brush back some hair from her face, unbelieving what she saw. The last time she had seen Sharon, she was still in Middle School. Flash backs raced through her head:
Her mother screaming.
Her father pleading.
Her mother packing wildly, randomly shoving clothes and shoes into a large, blue suitcase.
And finally, her mother throwing divorce papers into her "daddy's" face.
Then she was gone.
Her mother was gone.
No one knew Bianca saw that. She wasn't supposed to. It was 1:30 in the morning, but the screaming woke her up. And now her mother was back. It didn't take long to realize why. The principal MUST have tracked her down.
Her mother was her only family, so she would have to live with her.
Bianca REALLY didn't want to.
"Hi, honey." Her mother greeted her with syrup loading in her mouth. A tall man with too-blonde hair, too-white teeth, and too-Ken doll-type of body stood beside her mother. In fact, Bianca mused, he practically is Ken.
"Hiya, Katar-"He began. Sharon elbowed him and cut him off. "Er, Bianca." At this, they both stared at her with even brighter smiles.
"Oh, my, God. You're the med. student." Bianca said. My mother ran away with this guy. For a brief second she stared vapidly at him.
As if to attract the attention back to her, Sharon put her arm around the man's waist, and her other on his chest. "This is Brad Leigh." Her ring finger sparkled from the diamond rock on her finger. She smiled down at her daughter.
Things were not going good for Bianca. As she muttered, "Oh, Kat, get me outta here." She tried to paste on a smile, but even Bianca, who had been trained to smile even the worst of conditions, couldn't bring herself to smile as her life tore apart. My daddy died, my sister disappeared, and now my mother shows up with the man who was 'better' than daddy. She acts like she still knows me. Like she still kisses me on the cheek goodnight. "Well you don't." Bianca said aloud, accusing. "You never will."
Her mother continued smiling, but the smile was mixed with confusion. "What, dear?" Bianca looked away. Where did my mother go? This woman is not the mom I remember.
Swallowing rage, she looked back at her mother. "Nothing."
* * *
The next week, Kat looked one last time at her house. She tried to memorize its frame: Bianca's window, the balcony, the porch, and the window she used to read near. Now the room was empty. Her room was empty. Her dad's room was empty… A knot welled to in her throat, but she pushed it down. She only cried twice. At the funeral, and when she said goodbye to Mandella, her best friend. She didn't need to add to this. She sniffed once, and ducked down into her car. After much begging, she convinced her mother and Brad that she COULD drive well enough to go across the country to a small town in Georgia, where her mother lived.
She gripped the wheel as she called out the window. "Bianca! We're leaving!" Bianca stopped hugging Chastity, her best friend. They both shouted to each other "I'll call you!" as they did the international telephone sign. Then Bianca climbed into Kat's sedan and buckled just before Brad sped off in his Ferrari.
What seemed like ten million miles later, Brad finally pulled up into a driveway. Kat's eyes scanned her new house. It was two stories, and gray and white in color. The 2nd story was accentuated with 5 windows. The first floor's front door was rather simple, with only a small "welcome" sign to liven up the bleak whiteness.
Unnecessarily, Kat looked at Bianca. "We're here."
* * *
So! How did you people like it? Well, I know, it really isn't that happy, but I PROMISE it does later. If you like it, I would really love it if you reviewed. And, as I said before in my last Ten Things fic, if you don't review I don't update. Sorry, Grace, if you are reading this now, but "Mandella's Diary", won't be updated if it doesn't get anymore reviews. I had to force two other people to review it. And I don't think it's worth it to update if no one cares. Sorry. If you like the story, take 10 minutes out of your time and read AND review Mandella's Dairy. PLEASE. PLEASE. Thank you. It was my first fic. I wrote it a year before I began to publish it. Why do you think my pen name is MandELLA??? I know, I'm obsessed. But it actually gives Mandella a character, and gives her depth, and a life, and it's funny. Kinda. I think so. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW IT!!!!! Just even a little "I read this, and liked it, and please update it." Will really make my day. And I will, if ppl just ask. Thank you.
The sad authoress,
MandELLA