In a small dull dorm room on a twin size bed sat Kathryn Merteuil. Her hair
was pulled back in a tight bun and she wore no makeup her clothes consisted
of a long kaki skirt and white polo. She sat there starring at the small
mirror on the wall the expression on her face clearly that of anger. Her
green eyes colder then they ever had been, she was going insane. The walls
of the room closed in on her making her feel as if she was in prison. She
was shaken from her thoughts as a small teenage girl entered the room. The
girl spoke in quiet shakiness when she spoke to Kathryn.
"Kathryn, you have a phone call."
Kathryn raised an eye brow as she heard this.
"Who is it Bridget?"
She asked the blonde.
"Your mother."
Bridget replied quietly. Kathryn rolled her eyes at this finding and got up walking to the door while muttering under her breath.
"Fuck me!"
She muttered and the younger girl just smiled unsure of what to say.
"hello?"
Kathryn said as she picked up the pay phone in the hall.
"Why hello dear..."
Tiffany said pleasantly almost too pleasantly.
"What do you want mother?"
Kathryn asked coldly. Tiffany however kept her cool answering back with false hurt.
"What cant a mother call to find out what her daughter is up to?"
"What are you up to?"
She asked letting out a sigh of boredom.
"Oh, nothing. I'm sure you'll be happy to know I'm bringing you back..."
"What?!" Kathryn's eyes lit up at the sound but yet she was suspicious as to what her mother was up to.
"Wait...why?"
"Well an old friend of yours has come to stay at our house for a while this year and I think she would be a better influence in turning you around..."
Kathryn's eye brow raised as a smirk crossed her lips.
"Really, who?"
She asked fully knowing what the answer was.
"Cara Maria Cortez."
"Really, I haven't seen her in at least 2 years?"
Kathryn replied falsely.
"Yes, well you are going to finish out the semester there then you will be returning to Manhattan ok?"
"If, I must."
Kathryn replied plainly all though she was jumping inside to be soon out of this hell hole.
"Kathryn, you have a phone call."
Kathryn raised an eye brow as she heard this.
"Who is it Bridget?"
She asked the blonde.
"Your mother."
Bridget replied quietly. Kathryn rolled her eyes at this finding and got up walking to the door while muttering under her breath.
"Fuck me!"
She muttered and the younger girl just smiled unsure of what to say.
"hello?"
Kathryn said as she picked up the pay phone in the hall.
"Why hello dear..."
Tiffany said pleasantly almost too pleasantly.
"What do you want mother?"
Kathryn asked coldly. Tiffany however kept her cool answering back with false hurt.
"What cant a mother call to find out what her daughter is up to?"
"What are you up to?"
She asked letting out a sigh of boredom.
"Oh, nothing. I'm sure you'll be happy to know I'm bringing you back..."
"What?!" Kathryn's eyes lit up at the sound but yet she was suspicious as to what her mother was up to.
"Wait...why?"
"Well an old friend of yours has come to stay at our house for a while this year and I think she would be a better influence in turning you around..."
Kathryn's eye brow raised as a smirk crossed her lips.
"Really, who?"
She asked fully knowing what the answer was.
"Cara Maria Cortez."
"Really, I haven't seen her in at least 2 years?"
Kathryn replied falsely.
"Yes, well you are going to finish out the semester there then you will be returning to Manhattan ok?"
"If, I must."
Kathryn replied plainly all though she was jumping inside to be soon out of this hell hole.