Chapter 11
Ok, wow, this has been forever! My fault! Thank you so much for all the reviews! Much happiness surrounds me! Oh, and like in movies, the director makes an appearance, well, as the author, I did, too. Look out for Elyse, who is a me (and, as my pen name suggests, a step in for Mandella, Kat's Best Friend) !
Disclaimer: idonotowntenthingsihateaboutyounoranyotherbrandnamesmentionedinthisficcerple asedonotsueihavenolawyerandmeannoharm. I COME IN PEACE.
Kat continued eating, now very conscious of the thousand eyes magnetized on her. "Elyse," she whispered to the girl next to her, "Why does the goldfish thing have to happen to me?" Elyse, however, didn't hear Kat's rhetorical question. She was about half way through a book and truly not aware of most of the environment. Kat rolled her eyes and waved her hand over the page. When Elyse looked up in slight confusion and irritation, Kat began again. "Tell me you didn't see what happened in the last ten minutes and I WILL deem you insane."
Elyse smiled. It was her best feature. She could very well be described as "pretty", but seemed determined not to be. She covered her hazel eyes with thick, non-prescription, horn-rimmed glasses. Her honey hair was always in a bun or braid, completely without flair. Her clothes, while not ugly, weren't trendy, either. Kind of a mix of renaissance and colonial America with a modern influence. So the only thing left for "normal" people to admire was her smile. "Kat, I'm not completely blinded, although the entire concert was quite ostentatious and could shock the unprepared." She adjusted her specs. "But I would kill to have guy do that to me!" She nearly squealed, but giggled instead.
"Yeah, it wasn't that bad." Kat agreed. She thought for a second, "Hey, you work with the front office attendant second period, right?"
"Yeah."
"Are you doing well in the class?"
"I have an A."
Kat smiled; she began to discuss a plan, putting her uneaten food to the side.
* * * That afternoon, Kat sauntered by the front office. Elyse smiled and held up the pink quarter of paper. "Good luck!" She smiled even brighter, and bounced in excitement. Her bun traveled up and down, in the opposite direction of the rest of her.
Kat smiled. "Elyse, girl, you really need to cut back on the romance novels. This isn't a castle. It's high school." Then she laughed sarcastically. She continued walking, but when she turned the corner, Kat had to laugh to herself. This, in a million years, couldn't work. What was the excuse Elyse made? "Reason for leave: Death in family, Older Brother." Kat read out loud. "Older brother?! First, that's not funny. Second, they don't hand out the pink slips with the news already on it." Reading suddenly gave her a headache and made her feel weak. Out of instinct, she looked at her hand. The little pink paper quivered slightly. Out of habit, Kat cursed and ignored it.
To get to the detention hall, Kat went through the cafeteria. Lining every wall were vending machines, which daily saved about half the school from the lunch's mystery meat. Kat, knowing she needed to eat, stared at her reflection in the glass. Almost in a trance, Kat just stared at the mounds bars, the skittles, the mints, and the 3 musketeers. She couldn't figure out how to get food. She couldn't remember the change in her pocket, nor the dollar left over from buying lunch. The only thing that she could remember in her hypoglycemic state was that she had to get the pink slip to Mr. Marcson, the ISS "teacher". So she pulled confused self from the machines and continued on her way.
When Kat found the ISS room, she was so dizzy she was a bit surprised she found the door. She braced herself against the door frame. She shoved the pink slip in her front pocket to free her hand and twisted the door handle.
Andrew, in a desk near the door, was examining his math book's cover. There was no reason to open it. The silence was indefinite and impossible to work in. However, ISS had the perfect conditions to sleep. But alas, the minute his head hit the math book, silence died. The door, with it's rusty hinges, squealed as another lost soul entered and became "inmate for life." Andrew mused. "So who has come to join us in the depths of the Netherworld?" The girl two desks down tittered at the true joke.
In wavered Kat. She swayed slightly and groaned. "Mr. Marcson," She put her hand up to her head. "A student needs to be-", but before she could even remember where she put that darn pink slip, it all went dark.
As Kat went limp and feel to the floor, Andrew jumped from out of his desk and caught her. He stood at the front of the room, awkwardly holding up over 100 pounds of dead weight. Once again, he was the center of attention, although this time it was unwelcome. "Um.Mr. Marcson? Um.Kat might need to go to the nurse." He smiled author's note: I'm melting at my own words! He smiled!! *melts * "And I can't hold her up much longer."
Mr. Marcson squinted under his bushy eyebrows. "Fine, Mr. Becker. Take her to nurse Oleson's office."
* * * About thirty minutes later, school was out. Kat and Andrew were sitting in the nurse's office. She had just re-oriented herself with the world around her. "So you're still here?" Kat asked Andrew.
He shrugged. "Well, it was better than ISS."
"So I got you out."
"Uh-huh. Thanks."
"Want some Coke?" She handed him the bottle. The nurse bought her bottle, complementary of tax dollars.
"No thanks."
"Ok then. I need to eat." She looked at her watch. "And go home."
"Need a ride?"
"Sure."
"Want to stop and get a burger on the way?"
"Even better." They smiled broadly at each other. As an after thought, she mentioned. "Your eyes have a little green in them."
Andrew shook his head. "Come on. Let's go before you loose it again."
Ok, wow, this has been forever! My fault! Thank you so much for all the reviews! Much happiness surrounds me! Oh, and like in movies, the director makes an appearance, well, as the author, I did, too. Look out for Elyse, who is a me (and, as my pen name suggests, a step in for Mandella, Kat's Best Friend) !
Disclaimer: idonotowntenthingsihateaboutyounoranyotherbrandnamesmentionedinthisficcerple asedonotsueihavenolawyerandmeannoharm. I COME IN PEACE.
Kat continued eating, now very conscious of the thousand eyes magnetized on her. "Elyse," she whispered to the girl next to her, "Why does the goldfish thing have to happen to me?" Elyse, however, didn't hear Kat's rhetorical question. She was about half way through a book and truly not aware of most of the environment. Kat rolled her eyes and waved her hand over the page. When Elyse looked up in slight confusion and irritation, Kat began again. "Tell me you didn't see what happened in the last ten minutes and I WILL deem you insane."
Elyse smiled. It was her best feature. She could very well be described as "pretty", but seemed determined not to be. She covered her hazel eyes with thick, non-prescription, horn-rimmed glasses. Her honey hair was always in a bun or braid, completely without flair. Her clothes, while not ugly, weren't trendy, either. Kind of a mix of renaissance and colonial America with a modern influence. So the only thing left for "normal" people to admire was her smile. "Kat, I'm not completely blinded, although the entire concert was quite ostentatious and could shock the unprepared." She adjusted her specs. "But I would kill to have guy do that to me!" She nearly squealed, but giggled instead.
"Yeah, it wasn't that bad." Kat agreed. She thought for a second, "Hey, you work with the front office attendant second period, right?"
"Yeah."
"Are you doing well in the class?"
"I have an A."
Kat smiled; she began to discuss a plan, putting her uneaten food to the side.
* * * That afternoon, Kat sauntered by the front office. Elyse smiled and held up the pink quarter of paper. "Good luck!" She smiled even brighter, and bounced in excitement. Her bun traveled up and down, in the opposite direction of the rest of her.
Kat smiled. "Elyse, girl, you really need to cut back on the romance novels. This isn't a castle. It's high school." Then she laughed sarcastically. She continued walking, but when she turned the corner, Kat had to laugh to herself. This, in a million years, couldn't work. What was the excuse Elyse made? "Reason for leave: Death in family, Older Brother." Kat read out loud. "Older brother?! First, that's not funny. Second, they don't hand out the pink slips with the news already on it." Reading suddenly gave her a headache and made her feel weak. Out of instinct, she looked at her hand. The little pink paper quivered slightly. Out of habit, Kat cursed and ignored it.
To get to the detention hall, Kat went through the cafeteria. Lining every wall were vending machines, which daily saved about half the school from the lunch's mystery meat. Kat, knowing she needed to eat, stared at her reflection in the glass. Almost in a trance, Kat just stared at the mounds bars, the skittles, the mints, and the 3 musketeers. She couldn't figure out how to get food. She couldn't remember the change in her pocket, nor the dollar left over from buying lunch. The only thing that she could remember in her hypoglycemic state was that she had to get the pink slip to Mr. Marcson, the ISS "teacher". So she pulled confused self from the machines and continued on her way.
When Kat found the ISS room, she was so dizzy she was a bit surprised she found the door. She braced herself against the door frame. She shoved the pink slip in her front pocket to free her hand and twisted the door handle.
Andrew, in a desk near the door, was examining his math book's cover. There was no reason to open it. The silence was indefinite and impossible to work in. However, ISS had the perfect conditions to sleep. But alas, the minute his head hit the math book, silence died. The door, with it's rusty hinges, squealed as another lost soul entered and became "inmate for life." Andrew mused. "So who has come to join us in the depths of the Netherworld?" The girl two desks down tittered at the true joke.
In wavered Kat. She swayed slightly and groaned. "Mr. Marcson," She put her hand up to her head. "A student needs to be-", but before she could even remember where she put that darn pink slip, it all went dark.
As Kat went limp and feel to the floor, Andrew jumped from out of his desk and caught her. He stood at the front of the room, awkwardly holding up over 100 pounds of dead weight. Once again, he was the center of attention, although this time it was unwelcome. "Um.Mr. Marcson? Um.Kat might need to go to the nurse." He smiled author's note: I'm melting at my own words! He smiled!! *melts * "And I can't hold her up much longer."
Mr. Marcson squinted under his bushy eyebrows. "Fine, Mr. Becker. Take her to nurse Oleson's office."
* * * About thirty minutes later, school was out. Kat and Andrew were sitting in the nurse's office. She had just re-oriented herself with the world around her. "So you're still here?" Kat asked Andrew.
He shrugged. "Well, it was better than ISS."
"So I got you out."
"Uh-huh. Thanks."
"Want some Coke?" She handed him the bottle. The nurse bought her bottle, complementary of tax dollars.
"No thanks."
"Ok then. I need to eat." She looked at her watch. "And go home."
"Need a ride?"
"Sure."
"Want to stop and get a burger on the way?"
"Even better." They smiled broadly at each other. As an after thought, she mentioned. "Your eyes have a little green in them."
Andrew shook his head. "Come on. Let's go before you loose it again."