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characters and the plot of this fan fiction.
Chapter 2: Why Me?
"So Katie, I hear that your band is playing at the formal on Friday?" Lindsay was a senior in high school at Horace Greene but she still heard the junior high gossip.
"Yeah, it should be great." Katie spoke with more than just a hint of sarcasm as she played with her mashed potatoes. She was never hungry for dinner, she was more of a breakfast and lunch person.
"Do you want me to make you a dress?" Katie's mom said. Fiona Brown was a local fashion designer, so she often designed her children's clothing for special occasions.
Katie rolled her eyes and groaned "No mom that's okay. I was just going to wear a black skirt and my black halter."
"Oh, honestly sweetheart! You have to wear at least a gown to you first formal!" It was true, most girls wore magnificently gorgeous dresses at the Horace Greene formals, but Katie didn't like to be measured for the outfits. She didn't feel the need to know how large she was around.
"Fine, whatever." Katie sighed, she knew that it would just be a quicker and cleaner conversation if she gave into her mom's request now.
Katie's father, David Brown, spoke up from the other side of the dinning room table. "Fiona, honey, remember, don't make it too short and don't make it too revealing either. I know how you make all of your clothes 'up to date' and 'hip'." David pointed his fork in the direction of Katie's mom. While Fiona was the fun, hip mother, that almost every girl wanted, David was the total opposite. He was an uptight, conservative lawyer, who was far too worried about the protection of his daughters.
"Okay, okay Dave. Don't worry!" Fiona inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes
"May I be excused?" Katie asked quietly. She just wanted to go upstairs so she wouldn't ruin the picture perfect family dinner they had every night.
"Sure Kate. Just clear you plate." (a/n that rhymed and I didn't even mean it too! Just an FYI: I'm in love with rhymes!) Katie's mother replied
The 13 year old girl put her plate in the sink and ran up the stairs that lead to her room. Katie flopped onto her black and white comforter and turned on her TV. Infomercial, infomercial, infomercial, Friends! Katie watched the sit-com until the end and then turned off the television. She got up to go take a shower and passed by her full length mirror for the second time that day. She stared at herself for about 10 minutes and then felt tears fill her dark chocolate brown eyes. Then she collapsed crying.
"WHY?! WHY ME? Why can't I be like Lindsay, tall and beautiful?! Why do I have to be chubby and different?! Why don't guys like me?" Katie hit her head against the black cabinet in front of her with each question. "Why can't I be perfect, just like everyone else?" she looked up with that question and then started crying uncontrollably. She looked at the white clock on the wall.(a/n In case you haven't noticed her room has a black/ white theme going on) It was 9:30, she had been crying for and hour. Finally, after all of the tears, she got up and took her shower. After Katie got out, she was too drained from the crying that she just went to sleep. Katie tossed and turned all night, her dream had not been the most pleasant thing she'd experienced that day.
Katie dreamt that she was walking with a "tour guide" to all of the places she cared about, or spent a lot of time in, but she wasn't there. She passed her friends happily rocking out, but with a new bass player. Then the "tour guide" brought her to a funeral, with no one there.
"Why am I at a funeral? Whose is it?" the dream Katie asked innocently
"Look inside the coffin and to see who is the one that no one cares about." The tour guide said while she pointed a bony finger towards the coffin. She went to the casket to see who the ignored person was. Katie carefully opened the wooden box to find....herself laying in it. Dead.
"Why isn't anyone here?! Where are my friends? Where are my parents and Lindsay? Where are..." a screaming Katie was cut off by the tour guide who had turned into the grim reaper.
"No one cares about you Katherine. Don't you see that?" the grim reaper/tour guide said icily
"I guess you right." BEEP! BEEP! Her alarm clock blared loudly. Katie leaned over and turned it off. It was Tuesday, and another wonderful day at school lay ahead of her. She groggily put on her standard navy and green plaid skirt with a white blouse and a navy sash. When they got into the Junior High they had to wear sashes instead of bow ties. Katie tied her black shoes and was ready to go to school. More joy. She said good-bye to her mom and grabbed a granola bar. A split-second later Katie was well on her way to Horace Greene Prep.
"Hey Katie!" Zack called his fellow classmate
"Hey Zack." Katie's heart melted. She had liked Zack since the beginning of 5th grade. He barely ever talked to her so a bit of interaction wouldn't kill her.
"What's up?" Zack smiled. His braces had straightened his teeth out, so he now had a perfect mega-watt smile.
"I'm just on my way to school." Katie started to walk away again, realizing that Zack didn't care.
"Wait! I wanted to tell you..." Zack yelled
"What?" Katie smiled, she still had her braces. Just another awkward thing about her.
"You're wearing your shoes on the wrong feet, and you skirts on inside out." Zack gave a sympathetic smile in the direction of the girl with the inside out skirt.
"Thanks." Katie blushed and ran the rest of the way to school. "Wonderful! That's just great!" Katie screamed inside of the 7th grade girl's restroom. "Zack finally talks to me and I'm wearing my skirt inside out, and my feet are swapped!"
"Zack Mooneyham?" a familiar voice cooed "Do you like him?"
"Oh crap. This day is just getting better and better." Katie said under her breath. Michelle Samuels, the class gossip, walked out of the bathroom stall and glared at Katie. This was going to be a LONG day.
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Chapter 2: Why Me?
"So Katie, I hear that your band is playing at the formal on Friday?" Lindsay was a senior in high school at Horace Greene but she still heard the junior high gossip.
"Yeah, it should be great." Katie spoke with more than just a hint of sarcasm as she played with her mashed potatoes. She was never hungry for dinner, she was more of a breakfast and lunch person.
"Do you want me to make you a dress?" Katie's mom said. Fiona Brown was a local fashion designer, so she often designed her children's clothing for special occasions.
Katie rolled her eyes and groaned "No mom that's okay. I was just going to wear a black skirt and my black halter."
"Oh, honestly sweetheart! You have to wear at least a gown to you first formal!" It was true, most girls wore magnificently gorgeous dresses at the Horace Greene formals, but Katie didn't like to be measured for the outfits. She didn't feel the need to know how large she was around.
"Fine, whatever." Katie sighed, she knew that it would just be a quicker and cleaner conversation if she gave into her mom's request now.
Katie's father, David Brown, spoke up from the other side of the dinning room table. "Fiona, honey, remember, don't make it too short and don't make it too revealing either. I know how you make all of your clothes 'up to date' and 'hip'." David pointed his fork in the direction of Katie's mom. While Fiona was the fun, hip mother, that almost every girl wanted, David was the total opposite. He was an uptight, conservative lawyer, who was far too worried about the protection of his daughters.
"Okay, okay Dave. Don't worry!" Fiona inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes
"May I be excused?" Katie asked quietly. She just wanted to go upstairs so she wouldn't ruin the picture perfect family dinner they had every night.
"Sure Kate. Just clear you plate." (a/n that rhymed and I didn't even mean it too! Just an FYI: I'm in love with rhymes!) Katie's mother replied
The 13 year old girl put her plate in the sink and ran up the stairs that lead to her room. Katie flopped onto her black and white comforter and turned on her TV. Infomercial, infomercial, infomercial, Friends! Katie watched the sit-com until the end and then turned off the television. She got up to go take a shower and passed by her full length mirror for the second time that day. She stared at herself for about 10 minutes and then felt tears fill her dark chocolate brown eyes. Then she collapsed crying.
"WHY?! WHY ME? Why can't I be like Lindsay, tall and beautiful?! Why do I have to be chubby and different?! Why don't guys like me?" Katie hit her head against the black cabinet in front of her with each question. "Why can't I be perfect, just like everyone else?" she looked up with that question and then started crying uncontrollably. She looked at the white clock on the wall.(a/n In case you haven't noticed her room has a black/ white theme going on) It was 9:30, she had been crying for and hour. Finally, after all of the tears, she got up and took her shower. After Katie got out, she was too drained from the crying that she just went to sleep. Katie tossed and turned all night, her dream had not been the most pleasant thing she'd experienced that day.
Katie dreamt that she was walking with a "tour guide" to all of the places she cared about, or spent a lot of time in, but she wasn't there. She passed her friends happily rocking out, but with a new bass player. Then the "tour guide" brought her to a funeral, with no one there.
"Why am I at a funeral? Whose is it?" the dream Katie asked innocently
"Look inside the coffin and to see who is the one that no one cares about." The tour guide said while she pointed a bony finger towards the coffin. She went to the casket to see who the ignored person was. Katie carefully opened the wooden box to find....herself laying in it. Dead.
"Why isn't anyone here?! Where are my friends? Where are my parents and Lindsay? Where are..." a screaming Katie was cut off by the tour guide who had turned into the grim reaper.
"No one cares about you Katherine. Don't you see that?" the grim reaper/tour guide said icily
"I guess you right." BEEP! BEEP! Her alarm clock blared loudly. Katie leaned over and turned it off. It was Tuesday, and another wonderful day at school lay ahead of her. She groggily put on her standard navy and green plaid skirt with a white blouse and a navy sash. When they got into the Junior High they had to wear sashes instead of bow ties. Katie tied her black shoes and was ready to go to school. More joy. She said good-bye to her mom and grabbed a granola bar. A split-second later Katie was well on her way to Horace Greene Prep.
"Hey Katie!" Zack called his fellow classmate
"Hey Zack." Katie's heart melted. She had liked Zack since the beginning of 5th grade. He barely ever talked to her so a bit of interaction wouldn't kill her.
"What's up?" Zack smiled. His braces had straightened his teeth out, so he now had a perfect mega-watt smile.
"I'm just on my way to school." Katie started to walk away again, realizing that Zack didn't care.
"Wait! I wanted to tell you..." Zack yelled
"What?" Katie smiled, she still had her braces. Just another awkward thing about her.
"You're wearing your shoes on the wrong feet, and you skirts on inside out." Zack gave a sympathetic smile in the direction of the girl with the inside out skirt.
"Thanks." Katie blushed and ran the rest of the way to school. "Wonderful! That's just great!" Katie screamed inside of the 7th grade girl's restroom. "Zack finally talks to me and I'm wearing my skirt inside out, and my feet are swapped!"
"Zack Mooneyham?" a familiar voice cooed "Do you like him?"
"Oh crap. This day is just getting better and better." Katie said under her breath. Michelle Samuels, the class gossip, walked out of the bathroom stall and glared at Katie. This was going to be a LONG day.
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How do you like? 2nd chapter as good? or worse? R&R!!!
Nanners-77- SO glad you like it! Hope you like this story as much as my other one!
Sandy-Pandy-OMG!! Thank you! I'm so delighted that you enjoy my writing! Please keep reading!
Swimmerkitti- Thanks! I'm glad you like this story better than my other one! Keep reading and reviewing!
Writerdude300- So pleased you like it! Keep reading and reviewing!
Over and out!
!Riley the Writer!