Disclaimer: Let's see we're at chapter 2 and I still am 'middle class' so no, I still don't own Terminator/2/3 or any aspect of the series. Don't sue because all I've got is...$5, lint and a pen, not much of a treasure if you ask me.
Notes: Time to get this under way, by showing Kate's day. The focus is very much on her in this chapter and there might be a few spoilers in here, but I think if you've seen the movie you'll spot them. Hope this much longer chapter is well received. The future Spanish phrases (for yes there will be more) will be translated by me, so you won't have to worry about trying to figure out what the heck it says. Please understand that things that sound weird in our culture might sound different in others, this occurs a lot with text translated into our language, and the meaning gets altered at times. The song here is a classic Spanish lullaby that my mother sang to me, but the translation is pretty weird sounding. It's called "La muñeca vestida de azul", "The doll dressed in blue". I should mention in case there is a bit of doubt, Kate's mother doesn't have a Mexican/Latino heritage. Details on how she learned it will follow, but for now let's get on with it.
Chapter 2: Heaven
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"Tengo una muñeca vestida de azul
zapatitos blancos y su velo azul
La lleve a la playa se me costipo
llegando a la casa se me enfermo"
(I have a doll dressed in blue
with little white shoes and a veil of blue
took her to the beach, she got a runny nose
on the way home she got sick)
The soft lilting voice sang the Spanish lullaby, an American accent lightly coating the melody, yet the song's sweet tune flowed from Jane Brewster's lips. The woman in her late 20's sat on the rocking chair as she held the white bundle to her bosom. She gently rocked in the chair, watching as her little baby had calmed down and was lightly cooing at her with bright blue eyes.
The young woman gave a sigh of relief. Her daughter was certainly a handful. She stared at the little girl and sang the song again hoping this time her daughter would fall asleep.
"Tengo una muñeca vestida de azul
zapatitos blancos y su velo azul
La lleve a la playa se me costipo
llegando a la casa se me enfermo"
Jane smiled at Kate again when she saw that the little baby had fallen asleep, or so she thought, because as she got up to put Kate in her crib, Kate began to cry again in a loud wail. Rather than be frustrated, Jane laughed and shook her head. She rocked in the chair again and cooed at Kate to stop crying. "She played sleeping possum again?"
Jane looked up to see her sleepy and disheveled husband leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. "Yes." As Jane shifted Kate she looked up at him and said, "I don't know what's wrong with her tonight, she seems anxious to not fall asleep. Every time I try to put her to sleep, she just keeps waking up." "Even after listening to her favorite lullaby?" he asked walking towards his wife and carefully taking Kate from his wife's arms. "Whatsa matter Katie? Don't wanna be away from mommy?" he said in a gentle tone. Kate only shifted in his arms, but lowered her crying, "Huh? Whatsa matter?" Jane got up from the rocking chair and let Robert sit down. "I think she just wanted to be near her daddy," Jane said while caressing Kate's face.
At this action from her mother, Kate finally began to lower her eye lids. Both parents remained quiet watching their daughter sleep, feeling joy and love go through them at what they created together. After a few minutes, Robert slowly got up from the rocking chair and deftly put his daughter into the crib and covered her with a light blue blanket. Jane and Robert were on opposite sides of the crib as they looked down, both confirming that this time Kate was indeed asleep.
"She's so beautiful." Jane whispered. "She takes after her mother." Robert whispered back as he looked up at his wife. Jane gave him a smile in return. "I bet that she'll act like her father though. She has the same look in her eyes like yours." Jane whispered as she looked down toward Kate. "She's meant for great things. Every time I look at her, I feel like she's going to grow up to be a great kid, maybe a great leader when she's an adult." "Well with a historical military name like Katherine, she can't miss." Jane said while laughing softly at her husband's decision for the name. "Come on, let's get some sleep." She took his hand and led him out of the room, closing the door behind her. Both parents walked back to their bedroom, never knowing that a pair of haunting red eyes were glowing from their daughter's window. Their light somehow extended into the room and the twin lights making their way closer to the baby. They stopped exactly on Kate's head. There was the sound of a whir followed by a gun shot.
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Kate sat up with a gasp. She panted as she put a hand to her forehead. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt the sweat on her brow. When she calmed down enough to look around her, she looked up to her window. With trepidation she slipped out of bed and walked towards the window. Her hand slowly reached for the white curtains and in one quick movement she separated them, only to find nothing. She looked out of her second story window at the darkness before her, carefully scrutinizing everything from the cool grass below her to the tall tree next to her window. Feeling foolish for being scared over a dream she walked to her bed and sat down in silence.
'What was that? It felt so real...like it was a memory. But how?' she thought as she looked up to see her vanity table to where a picture of her mother was taped to the mirror. 'The song mom sang...this is the clearest I've heard those words.' She stared back at her window, 'What about those red eyes? They weren't even eyes, more like weird red lights...this is all so confusing!' She thought angrily as she let her head fall back onto her pillows. With a sigh she covered her body with her blankets again. 'I being completely stupid. It's just a dream. It's not real and it doesn't mean anything. I can't let myself get so worked up on something so dumb.' Her eyes began to drift close and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
~~~
Robert Brewster looked at his daughter who was hardly eating her cereal. One hand under her chin, the other turning her spoon slowly in the bowl, the girl's mind seemed miles away. "Are you stirring it till it turns into oatmeal?" Her father's voice, shook Kate out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry did you say something dad?" She saw her father smile and repeat his question, "Yes, I asked you if your stirring your cereal until it turns into oatmeal?" At this she looked at her bowl to see that she'd created a cereal mush. Blushing slightly she left the spoon alone and picked up the bowl to throw away the mess.
"Katie, is something wrong? You seem like you got a lot on your mind?" At this Katie looked up at her father. 'I don't want to tell him that I got freaked out by a stupid dream. I gotta let this go.' Putting on a smile she hoped reached her eyes, "Nope. Nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking about school." Ah, school, the all purpose excuse, one that Kate was not excluded from using if she was trying to hide something from her father. Her father however, did not appear to buy her response, but to her relief dropped the matter nonetheless. The sound of a car horn honking broke the silence. "Alright kiddo, you better get going. I'll be back from the base at 1700 hours." her father said standing up and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Alright, bye dad." Kate hastily kissed her dad on the cheek before grabbing her back pack and running out, the front door slamming behind her.
She walked down her driveway toward a red mini-van. She opened the door and got in. "Hey K." came the greeting from the girl in the passenger seat. "Hey Christy." Kate said to her best friend as she closed the door behind her and buckled herself in. "Good morning, Mrs. Johnson." Kate said politely to Christy's mother. "Good morning, Kate." Mrs. Johnson replied back as she drove off, passing other homes.
"Hey Kate, did you study for that biology test? Not that you need to, since your the smartest person in that class anyway." Christy said giving her a mock glare. Kate smirked at her and said, "If studying makes me the smartest, then you not studying makes you the...?" she let the question hang in the air. Christy looked at her in indignation, before laughing and throwing her black beret at Kate. Both girls laughed as they kept throwing the hat to each other. "Christina." came the stern voice of Mrs. Johnson. Christy visibly became startled, before she settled down and looked at her mother, "Yes momma?" she said in a sugary sweet tone hoping she wouldn't get in trouble. "Don't you 'momma' me young lady? Did you study for that test?" "Yeah, momma I did, honestly." she added at her mother's suspicious look.
As Christy looked ahead, she watched the street marks all fly by her, their passing motion reflecting in her green eyes. "I believe you, Christy. I just wanted to make sure that you studied this time." Mrs. Johnson said while briefly looking at her daughter, who also looked back. Both smiled and then looked ahead of them. After the exchange the car was filled with silence, one that Kate felt bad in. She couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy toward Christy. Christy had her mother, alive and loving her. What did Kate have? A chest box and a few memories. Kate felt a bit depressed thinking about that.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence and in 10 minutes the girls arrived at school. Kate repressed any negative emotions, choosing to deal with them later. Christy told her mother good bye and stepped out of the mini-van. She adjusted her black beret over her shoulder length light brown hair. She had curled the tips and they went off into different directions, just the way Christy liked it. She wore her usual jewelry of a pair of earrings and several bracelets. She wore a red silk plaid shirt with a black skirt that went a bit above her knee. On her feet she wore her beloved red sneakers. No matter how much Kate tried to get it out of her, Christy never said why she loved sneakers like that so much, but she was known for buying a pair every year.
Looking at her, Kate felt a distinct feeling like Christy was dressed for something special even though it was just her normal everyday clothes. Kate looked down at her own appearance. She actually looked girlish for once. She'd put her own shoulder length slightly wavy hair in a half pony tail, a few loose tendrils framing her face. She'd worn no jewelry today and had picked a simple light blue long sleeved shirt with a white skirt. Her feet were donned with simple white sneakers.
Both girls walked inside the building and headed for their lockers. As Kate turned the combination on hers, she heard a frustrated grunt from her left behind her. At that moment the locker door was banged open blocking her view of the person. All she could see was that by the way the person was dressed that it was definitely a boy. She turned around back to her own locker and picked the books she would need for her first class. Christy meanwhile could not contain herself as she squealed in glee, the sound hurting Kate's ears. She peered over the Christy's shoulder to see that a blue envelope was inside the locker.
"What's that?" Kate asked as she closed her own locker. Christy smiled wistfully and handed her the letter. Kate saw the white paper with the neat penmanship and read the letter out loud,
"Dear Christy,
You don't know me, but I am someone who has been graced with your presence. I don't know how many times I've seen you walk down the halls of this school and had my heart stop just seeing you. Your beauty glows brighter every time I see you face. Your smile is worth more to me than anyone can comprehend. Your eyes glow with a curious nature that stirs me every time I see them. Your hair, like the finest silk strands are what I long to touch. I find myself staring at you everyday that I can, but make sure you never see me, lest you figure out who I am. However I will still look upon your beautiful grace. Perhaps one day I will tell you who I am, but for now I will remain as the one that admires you from afar.
-signed your secret admirer."
Kate laughed at her friend's dopey expression. Christy took the last of the books she needed, humming to herself before she closed her locker. Kate inspected the letter further to try to get any hints as to who had written it. As she read it in her head, she wondered if perhaps it was a joke, but before she could voice her concerns, Christy spoke up, "Oh this is great! Someone actually likes me, Kate. Me, Christina Johnson has a secret admirer, this is so cool. I'll admit the letter is a little corny and weird, but I still think the person who wrote it must have a poet's heart. I bet he's dreamy too." Kate had to laugh at that as she handed the letter back, "Christy you've never met the guy, how can you tell if he's cute?" Christy put the letter inside her history book. "Ok so I can't, but chances are that a guy that can write something as nice and sweet as this has got to be a decent looking guy right?"
Before Kate could answer, Christy continued. "I gotta find out who wrote this. I mean what if meeting this person is my destiny." she said. "Your destiny? Your destiny is a guy you've never met, but can write a nice secret admirer letter?" Kate questioned. She knew her best friend could sometimes be a little out there, but this had to take the cake. "I forgot who I'm speaking with, Mrs. Destiny-Does-Not-Exist." "Well it doesn't? It's not like you or I are going to find the ones we're destined to be with here in Norman Rockwell Junior High." Christy sighed, "Yeah I guess. Maybe your right, I mean this could also just be a joke. I just think...well I just like to think that destiny does exist. Fate is so uncertain, ya know. It's something we have to make for ourselves. Destiny though just makes it set in stone and only takes you on a wild goose chase that will help you reach the written end. Maybe I'm being a weirdo again." Christy said laughing it off as a joke. Kate knew what that laugh meant and seeing how her cynicism had affected her friend she thought of something to cheer her up.
"I bet we could find him, if this isn't a joke that is. It wouldn't be that hard, in fact I think I figured out a way to find out who wrote this." Christy smiled at Kate, "Really?" "Yeah, sure, how about we start today after school. Finding out who did it could be fun." "Cool! After school it is then. Well hey I gotta go, don't want to make the Gibsonator angry for being late again. I'll see you in third. Bye." Christy waved as she rushed off. "Bye." Kate waved to her friend as she turned to head right back the way they'd come, choosing to take the short cut to get to her first period class. She walked on thinking about Christy's words. 'Still the idea of meeting the guy your meant to be with at this age seems too early and unpredictable in my opinion. Figuring out this secret admirer guy, will be fun though and who knows, if it's not a joke, then in the end Christy will get what she's looking for.' With that out of the way, she continued on to her first class.
End of Chapter 2
End Notes: I dedicate this chapter to my mother. I would like to thank those that reviewed the previous chapter, thank you for your kind words; they helped to jumpstart this chapter. I hope this one did not deflate your expectations.
For those that will flame me, because one can never expect to be liked by all, I should hope that your reasons are good and that your flame is based on solid constructive criticism. This way both ends will become better.
Reviews are a reader's nicest actions, especially those that help to make the writer better and help them have a reason to keep it going, so please review. :-)
Chapter 3 Preview Summary: Enter John Connor, stage left. They say every boy has his day, but this 13 year-old boy doesn't. Meanwhile Kate and Christy begin the search for the secret admirer, with their first shocking and hilarious results.
Notes: Time to get this under way, by showing Kate's day. The focus is very much on her in this chapter and there might be a few spoilers in here, but I think if you've seen the movie you'll spot them. Hope this much longer chapter is well received. The future Spanish phrases (for yes there will be more) will be translated by me, so you won't have to worry about trying to figure out what the heck it says. Please understand that things that sound weird in our culture might sound different in others, this occurs a lot with text translated into our language, and the meaning gets altered at times. The song here is a classic Spanish lullaby that my mother sang to me, but the translation is pretty weird sounding. It's called "La muñeca vestida de azul", "The doll dressed in blue". I should mention in case there is a bit of doubt, Kate's mother doesn't have a Mexican/Latino heritage. Details on how she learned it will follow, but for now let's get on with it.
Chapter 2: Heaven
*+*+*+*
"Tengo una muñeca vestida de azul
zapatitos blancos y su velo azul
La lleve a la playa se me costipo
llegando a la casa se me enfermo"
(I have a doll dressed in blue
with little white shoes and a veil of blue
took her to the beach, she got a runny nose
on the way home she got sick)
The soft lilting voice sang the Spanish lullaby, an American accent lightly coating the melody, yet the song's sweet tune flowed from Jane Brewster's lips. The woman in her late 20's sat on the rocking chair as she held the white bundle to her bosom. She gently rocked in the chair, watching as her little baby had calmed down and was lightly cooing at her with bright blue eyes.
The young woman gave a sigh of relief. Her daughter was certainly a handful. She stared at the little girl and sang the song again hoping this time her daughter would fall asleep.
"Tengo una muñeca vestida de azul
zapatitos blancos y su velo azul
La lleve a la playa se me costipo
llegando a la casa se me enfermo"
Jane smiled at Kate again when she saw that the little baby had fallen asleep, or so she thought, because as she got up to put Kate in her crib, Kate began to cry again in a loud wail. Rather than be frustrated, Jane laughed and shook her head. She rocked in the chair again and cooed at Kate to stop crying. "She played sleeping possum again?"
Jane looked up to see her sleepy and disheveled husband leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. "Yes." As Jane shifted Kate she looked up at him and said, "I don't know what's wrong with her tonight, she seems anxious to not fall asleep. Every time I try to put her to sleep, she just keeps waking up." "Even after listening to her favorite lullaby?" he asked walking towards his wife and carefully taking Kate from his wife's arms. "Whatsa matter Katie? Don't wanna be away from mommy?" he said in a gentle tone. Kate only shifted in his arms, but lowered her crying, "Huh? Whatsa matter?" Jane got up from the rocking chair and let Robert sit down. "I think she just wanted to be near her daddy," Jane said while caressing Kate's face.
At this action from her mother, Kate finally began to lower her eye lids. Both parents remained quiet watching their daughter sleep, feeling joy and love go through them at what they created together. After a few minutes, Robert slowly got up from the rocking chair and deftly put his daughter into the crib and covered her with a light blue blanket. Jane and Robert were on opposite sides of the crib as they looked down, both confirming that this time Kate was indeed asleep.
"She's so beautiful." Jane whispered. "She takes after her mother." Robert whispered back as he looked up at his wife. Jane gave him a smile in return. "I bet that she'll act like her father though. She has the same look in her eyes like yours." Jane whispered as she looked down toward Kate. "She's meant for great things. Every time I look at her, I feel like she's going to grow up to be a great kid, maybe a great leader when she's an adult." "Well with a historical military name like Katherine, she can't miss." Jane said while laughing softly at her husband's decision for the name. "Come on, let's get some sleep." She took his hand and led him out of the room, closing the door behind her. Both parents walked back to their bedroom, never knowing that a pair of haunting red eyes were glowing from their daughter's window. Their light somehow extended into the room and the twin lights making their way closer to the baby. They stopped exactly on Kate's head. There was the sound of a whir followed by a gun shot.
*+*+*+*
Kate sat up with a gasp. She panted as she put a hand to her forehead. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt the sweat on her brow. When she calmed down enough to look around her, she looked up to her window. With trepidation she slipped out of bed and walked towards the window. Her hand slowly reached for the white curtains and in one quick movement she separated them, only to find nothing. She looked out of her second story window at the darkness before her, carefully scrutinizing everything from the cool grass below her to the tall tree next to her window. Feeling foolish for being scared over a dream she walked to her bed and sat down in silence.
'What was that? It felt so real...like it was a memory. But how?' she thought as she looked up to see her vanity table to where a picture of her mother was taped to the mirror. 'The song mom sang...this is the clearest I've heard those words.' She stared back at her window, 'What about those red eyes? They weren't even eyes, more like weird red lights...this is all so confusing!' She thought angrily as she let her head fall back onto her pillows. With a sigh she covered her body with her blankets again. 'I being completely stupid. It's just a dream. It's not real and it doesn't mean anything. I can't let myself get so worked up on something so dumb.' Her eyes began to drift close and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
~~~
Robert Brewster looked at his daughter who was hardly eating her cereal. One hand under her chin, the other turning her spoon slowly in the bowl, the girl's mind seemed miles away. "Are you stirring it till it turns into oatmeal?" Her father's voice, shook Kate out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry did you say something dad?" She saw her father smile and repeat his question, "Yes, I asked you if your stirring your cereal until it turns into oatmeal?" At this she looked at her bowl to see that she'd created a cereal mush. Blushing slightly she left the spoon alone and picked up the bowl to throw away the mess.
"Katie, is something wrong? You seem like you got a lot on your mind?" At this Katie looked up at her father. 'I don't want to tell him that I got freaked out by a stupid dream. I gotta let this go.' Putting on a smile she hoped reached her eyes, "Nope. Nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking about school." Ah, school, the all purpose excuse, one that Kate was not excluded from using if she was trying to hide something from her father. Her father however, did not appear to buy her response, but to her relief dropped the matter nonetheless. The sound of a car horn honking broke the silence. "Alright kiddo, you better get going. I'll be back from the base at 1700 hours." her father said standing up and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Alright, bye dad." Kate hastily kissed her dad on the cheek before grabbing her back pack and running out, the front door slamming behind her.
She walked down her driveway toward a red mini-van. She opened the door and got in. "Hey K." came the greeting from the girl in the passenger seat. "Hey Christy." Kate said to her best friend as she closed the door behind her and buckled herself in. "Good morning, Mrs. Johnson." Kate said politely to Christy's mother. "Good morning, Kate." Mrs. Johnson replied back as she drove off, passing other homes.
"Hey Kate, did you study for that biology test? Not that you need to, since your the smartest person in that class anyway." Christy said giving her a mock glare. Kate smirked at her and said, "If studying makes me the smartest, then you not studying makes you the...?" she let the question hang in the air. Christy looked at her in indignation, before laughing and throwing her black beret at Kate. Both girls laughed as they kept throwing the hat to each other. "Christina." came the stern voice of Mrs. Johnson. Christy visibly became startled, before she settled down and looked at her mother, "Yes momma?" she said in a sugary sweet tone hoping she wouldn't get in trouble. "Don't you 'momma' me young lady? Did you study for that test?" "Yeah, momma I did, honestly." she added at her mother's suspicious look.
As Christy looked ahead, she watched the street marks all fly by her, their passing motion reflecting in her green eyes. "I believe you, Christy. I just wanted to make sure that you studied this time." Mrs. Johnson said while briefly looking at her daughter, who also looked back. Both smiled and then looked ahead of them. After the exchange the car was filled with silence, one that Kate felt bad in. She couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy toward Christy. Christy had her mother, alive and loving her. What did Kate have? A chest box and a few memories. Kate felt a bit depressed thinking about that.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence and in 10 minutes the girls arrived at school. Kate repressed any negative emotions, choosing to deal with them later. Christy told her mother good bye and stepped out of the mini-van. She adjusted her black beret over her shoulder length light brown hair. She had curled the tips and they went off into different directions, just the way Christy liked it. She wore her usual jewelry of a pair of earrings and several bracelets. She wore a red silk plaid shirt with a black skirt that went a bit above her knee. On her feet she wore her beloved red sneakers. No matter how much Kate tried to get it out of her, Christy never said why she loved sneakers like that so much, but she was known for buying a pair every year.
Looking at her, Kate felt a distinct feeling like Christy was dressed for something special even though it was just her normal everyday clothes. Kate looked down at her own appearance. She actually looked girlish for once. She'd put her own shoulder length slightly wavy hair in a half pony tail, a few loose tendrils framing her face. She'd worn no jewelry today and had picked a simple light blue long sleeved shirt with a white skirt. Her feet were donned with simple white sneakers.
Both girls walked inside the building and headed for their lockers. As Kate turned the combination on hers, she heard a frustrated grunt from her left behind her. At that moment the locker door was banged open blocking her view of the person. All she could see was that by the way the person was dressed that it was definitely a boy. She turned around back to her own locker and picked the books she would need for her first class. Christy meanwhile could not contain herself as she squealed in glee, the sound hurting Kate's ears. She peered over the Christy's shoulder to see that a blue envelope was inside the locker.
"What's that?" Kate asked as she closed her own locker. Christy smiled wistfully and handed her the letter. Kate saw the white paper with the neat penmanship and read the letter out loud,
"Dear Christy,
You don't know me, but I am someone who has been graced with your presence. I don't know how many times I've seen you walk down the halls of this school and had my heart stop just seeing you. Your beauty glows brighter every time I see you face. Your smile is worth more to me than anyone can comprehend. Your eyes glow with a curious nature that stirs me every time I see them. Your hair, like the finest silk strands are what I long to touch. I find myself staring at you everyday that I can, but make sure you never see me, lest you figure out who I am. However I will still look upon your beautiful grace. Perhaps one day I will tell you who I am, but for now I will remain as the one that admires you from afar.
-signed your secret admirer."
Kate laughed at her friend's dopey expression. Christy took the last of the books she needed, humming to herself before she closed her locker. Kate inspected the letter further to try to get any hints as to who had written it. As she read it in her head, she wondered if perhaps it was a joke, but before she could voice her concerns, Christy spoke up, "Oh this is great! Someone actually likes me, Kate. Me, Christina Johnson has a secret admirer, this is so cool. I'll admit the letter is a little corny and weird, but I still think the person who wrote it must have a poet's heart. I bet he's dreamy too." Kate had to laugh at that as she handed the letter back, "Christy you've never met the guy, how can you tell if he's cute?" Christy put the letter inside her history book. "Ok so I can't, but chances are that a guy that can write something as nice and sweet as this has got to be a decent looking guy right?"
Before Kate could answer, Christy continued. "I gotta find out who wrote this. I mean what if meeting this person is my destiny." she said. "Your destiny? Your destiny is a guy you've never met, but can write a nice secret admirer letter?" Kate questioned. She knew her best friend could sometimes be a little out there, but this had to take the cake. "I forgot who I'm speaking with, Mrs. Destiny-Does-Not-Exist." "Well it doesn't? It's not like you or I are going to find the ones we're destined to be with here in Norman Rockwell Junior High." Christy sighed, "Yeah I guess. Maybe your right, I mean this could also just be a joke. I just think...well I just like to think that destiny does exist. Fate is so uncertain, ya know. It's something we have to make for ourselves. Destiny though just makes it set in stone and only takes you on a wild goose chase that will help you reach the written end. Maybe I'm being a weirdo again." Christy said laughing it off as a joke. Kate knew what that laugh meant and seeing how her cynicism had affected her friend she thought of something to cheer her up.
"I bet we could find him, if this isn't a joke that is. It wouldn't be that hard, in fact I think I figured out a way to find out who wrote this." Christy smiled at Kate, "Really?" "Yeah, sure, how about we start today after school. Finding out who did it could be fun." "Cool! After school it is then. Well hey I gotta go, don't want to make the Gibsonator angry for being late again. I'll see you in third. Bye." Christy waved as she rushed off. "Bye." Kate waved to her friend as she turned to head right back the way they'd come, choosing to take the short cut to get to her first period class. She walked on thinking about Christy's words. 'Still the idea of meeting the guy your meant to be with at this age seems too early and unpredictable in my opinion. Figuring out this secret admirer guy, will be fun though and who knows, if it's not a joke, then in the end Christy will get what she's looking for.' With that out of the way, she continued on to her first class.
End of Chapter 2
End Notes: I dedicate this chapter to my mother. I would like to thank those that reviewed the previous chapter, thank you for your kind words; they helped to jumpstart this chapter. I hope this one did not deflate your expectations.
For those that will flame me, because one can never expect to be liked by all, I should hope that your reasons are good and that your flame is based on solid constructive criticism. This way both ends will become better.
Reviews are a reader's nicest actions, especially those that help to make the writer better and help them have a reason to keep it going, so please review. :-)
Chapter 3 Preview Summary: Enter John Connor, stage left. They say every boy has his day, but this 13 year-old boy doesn't. Meanwhile Kate and Christy begin the search for the secret admirer, with their first shocking and hilarious results.