"Hey Kat!" a boy called, running after a girl.
She turned to face him, "Kyle! I told you not to call me that!" she said, glaring at him with her icy blue eyes.
"Sorry" he answered, shying away under her gaze. "Kate then. I don't see why you hate cats so much though."
"I don't really know either." Kate replied, "They just bug me I guess."
"Whatever... anyway, do you want to come over to my house after school?"
Kate flicked her hair out of her face. "Sorry, can't. I promised my parents I'd watch Laura for them. They're going out to some fancy dinner while we have to have sandwiches." She rolled her eyes. Laura was her younger sister who was always hanging around her and bugging her friends.
"Oh, I see," said Kyle, rather disappointed. "I guess I'll catch you at school tomorrow then."
"Ok." A car pulled up and beeped at her. "That's my ride." Kate said. "I'll see you tomorrow!" she started to walk away.
"Bye!" Kyle yelled after her. She is so pretty... he thought. I'm so lucky she's my best friend.
Kate was pretty. With her dark brown hair, ice blue eyes, and light pale skin, quite a few guys had asked her out so far this year, but she had refused all of them. Kyle never understood why. If he ever asked she would just smile and say "I don't know..." As he walked away, he started wondering if he would ever be able to ask her out before she'd finally go to someone else. He didn't think of himself as that good looking, with light brown hair spiked up and cool blue eyes. He couldn't even compete with some others who had asked her out!
"Bye!" Kate called after her mom and dad as they went out the door to their fancy restaurant. She walked back inside and looked at the plain sandwiches sitting on the table for her and Laura. The least they could've done was order pizza... She sat down and so did Laura. Kate rolled her eyes. She always waits to see what I'm going to do first! She took a bite, and so did Laura. Then she got up and got a soda out of the refrigerator. So did Laura. "Will you stop copying me?!" Kate yelled at her.
"Why?" Laura asked.
"Because you're driving me crazy!" Kate screamed and stomped off to her room. Behind her she heard Laura stand there for a moment, start to follow and then decide to go back to eat. Kate opened the door and threw herself down on her bed. She grabbed her drawing pad and a pencil and started to draw. It always calmed her down when she was mad to draw.
This time she sketched out a man. He was holding a sword, chopping targets in half. She drew her sister's face on the one he was slicing at the moment. For some reason she really wanted a sword. She always had sudden urges to get one and start swinging it around, slicing things with the wonderful, sharp blade... She sighed and fell back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.
She woke with a start at the sound of loud thunder. Laura? She leapt out of bed and raced down the stairs, into the dinning room, where Laura usually was, playing on the computer. She wasn't there. "Laura!" Kate yelled as she raced upstairs and into her sister's room. She stopped dead. Laura was sitting in the windowsill, the screen busted out. "Laura! What are you...?" Kate started forward and Laura turned look at her. Tears were running down her face. "Laura!" Kate said. "Get down! What are you doing?!" Laura stared straight ahead out the window. She jumped. "Laura!" Kate screamed as she lurched forward. She stuck her hand out the window and grazed Laura's ankle. "No..." Kate whispered. "No!"
She woke up with a cold sweat covering her whole body. "It-it was just a dream..." She jumped out of bed and ran to her sister's room. There was nobody there, and the window was closed behind the blinds. Kate then rushed downstairs to the dinning room. There she saw Laura, sitting at the computer like normal. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"What?" Said Laura, staring at her.
Kate looked up. "Huh? Oh, nothing." She went back into the kitchen where her food and drink still sat on the table. She sat down and ate. Then she told Laura to go to bed. She did so with no complaints. Kate sat down on the couch and turned on the television, waiting for her parents to return and for the shock of the dream to wear off.
A few hours later the doorbell rang and Kate went to answer it. Her parents were home. "Thank you Kate. Laura's up in her bed?" Her mother asked.
"Yes." Kate replied.
"Good." Her father pulled out a bag. "Here." He handed it to her.
Kate looked at him then reached into the bag. She pulled out a brand new drawing pad and colored pencils. "Thank you." She said.
"We know how much you like to draw, so we got you this for watching your sister. Yours is pretty full I believe?"
"Yes." Kate replied. "I'm going to bed now."
"Are you ok?" her mother asked, feeling her head.
"Yes." Kate said, pushing her hand away. "I'm just tired. That's all."
"Ok..." said her parents reluctantly. "Off you go then..."
Kate went up the stairs to her room. She sat on her bed for a moment and then went under the covers. She was very cold all of the sudden. Maybe I am sick, she thought. She sat up and opened her knew sketchbook. What should I draw? How about... She took up her pencil and started to sketch.
When she was finished her mom walked into the room. "What are you doing?" she said. Kate quickly tried to hide the drawing.
"Nothing."
"Let me see." Said her mom, and she pulled out the pad. She looked at the first page. "Oh, that's very sweet."
Kate snatched it away. "No it's not!"
"You should show that to your sister. It would make her very happy, and it looks just like you two! You have very good drawing skills Kate."
"Go away..." said Kate, pulling the covers over her head.
"I'm sorry compliments make you feel so bad..." Her mom said. "I'll leave you alone now." She backed away to the door. "Good night."
Kate heard the door squeak slowly shut. She turned on her reading light and studied the picture she had drawn. It was of her with her arm around Laura and they were both grinning. I really need to destroy this...but as she was about to tear it out, a great wave of dizziness overtook her and she fell back, unconscious upon her bed.
She turned to face him, "Kyle! I told you not to call me that!" she said, glaring at him with her icy blue eyes.
"Sorry" he answered, shying away under her gaze. "Kate then. I don't see why you hate cats so much though."
"I don't really know either." Kate replied, "They just bug me I guess."
"Whatever... anyway, do you want to come over to my house after school?"
Kate flicked her hair out of her face. "Sorry, can't. I promised my parents I'd watch Laura for them. They're going out to some fancy dinner while we have to have sandwiches." She rolled her eyes. Laura was her younger sister who was always hanging around her and bugging her friends.
"Oh, I see," said Kyle, rather disappointed. "I guess I'll catch you at school tomorrow then."
"Ok." A car pulled up and beeped at her. "That's my ride." Kate said. "I'll see you tomorrow!" she started to walk away.
"Bye!" Kyle yelled after her. She is so pretty... he thought. I'm so lucky she's my best friend.
Kate was pretty. With her dark brown hair, ice blue eyes, and light pale skin, quite a few guys had asked her out so far this year, but she had refused all of them. Kyle never understood why. If he ever asked she would just smile and say "I don't know..." As he walked away, he started wondering if he would ever be able to ask her out before she'd finally go to someone else. He didn't think of himself as that good looking, with light brown hair spiked up and cool blue eyes. He couldn't even compete with some others who had asked her out!
"Bye!" Kate called after her mom and dad as they went out the door to their fancy restaurant. She walked back inside and looked at the plain sandwiches sitting on the table for her and Laura. The least they could've done was order pizza... She sat down and so did Laura. Kate rolled her eyes. She always waits to see what I'm going to do first! She took a bite, and so did Laura. Then she got up and got a soda out of the refrigerator. So did Laura. "Will you stop copying me?!" Kate yelled at her.
"Why?" Laura asked.
"Because you're driving me crazy!" Kate screamed and stomped off to her room. Behind her she heard Laura stand there for a moment, start to follow and then decide to go back to eat. Kate opened the door and threw herself down on her bed. She grabbed her drawing pad and a pencil and started to draw. It always calmed her down when she was mad to draw.
This time she sketched out a man. He was holding a sword, chopping targets in half. She drew her sister's face on the one he was slicing at the moment. For some reason she really wanted a sword. She always had sudden urges to get one and start swinging it around, slicing things with the wonderful, sharp blade... She sighed and fell back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.
She woke with a start at the sound of loud thunder. Laura? She leapt out of bed and raced down the stairs, into the dinning room, where Laura usually was, playing on the computer. She wasn't there. "Laura!" Kate yelled as she raced upstairs and into her sister's room. She stopped dead. Laura was sitting in the windowsill, the screen busted out. "Laura! What are you...?" Kate started forward and Laura turned look at her. Tears were running down her face. "Laura!" Kate said. "Get down! What are you doing?!" Laura stared straight ahead out the window. She jumped. "Laura!" Kate screamed as she lurched forward. She stuck her hand out the window and grazed Laura's ankle. "No..." Kate whispered. "No!"
She woke up with a cold sweat covering her whole body. "It-it was just a dream..." She jumped out of bed and ran to her sister's room. There was nobody there, and the window was closed behind the blinds. Kate then rushed downstairs to the dinning room. There she saw Laura, sitting at the computer like normal. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"What?" Said Laura, staring at her.
Kate looked up. "Huh? Oh, nothing." She went back into the kitchen where her food and drink still sat on the table. She sat down and ate. Then she told Laura to go to bed. She did so with no complaints. Kate sat down on the couch and turned on the television, waiting for her parents to return and for the shock of the dream to wear off.
A few hours later the doorbell rang and Kate went to answer it. Her parents were home. "Thank you Kate. Laura's up in her bed?" Her mother asked.
"Yes." Kate replied.
"Good." Her father pulled out a bag. "Here." He handed it to her.
Kate looked at him then reached into the bag. She pulled out a brand new drawing pad and colored pencils. "Thank you." She said.
"We know how much you like to draw, so we got you this for watching your sister. Yours is pretty full I believe?"
"Yes." Kate replied. "I'm going to bed now."
"Are you ok?" her mother asked, feeling her head.
"Yes." Kate said, pushing her hand away. "I'm just tired. That's all."
"Ok..." said her parents reluctantly. "Off you go then..."
Kate went up the stairs to her room. She sat on her bed for a moment and then went under the covers. She was very cold all of the sudden. Maybe I am sick, she thought. She sat up and opened her knew sketchbook. What should I draw? How about... She took up her pencil and started to sketch.
When she was finished her mom walked into the room. "What are you doing?" she said. Kate quickly tried to hide the drawing.
"Nothing."
"Let me see." Said her mom, and she pulled out the pad. She looked at the first page. "Oh, that's very sweet."
Kate snatched it away. "No it's not!"
"You should show that to your sister. It would make her very happy, and it looks just like you two! You have very good drawing skills Kate."
"Go away..." said Kate, pulling the covers over her head.
"I'm sorry compliments make you feel so bad..." Her mom said. "I'll leave you alone now." She backed away to the door. "Good night."
Kate heard the door squeak slowly shut. She turned on her reading light and studied the picture she had drawn. It was of her with her arm around Laura and they were both grinning. I really need to destroy this...but as she was about to tear it out, a great wave of dizziness overtook her and she fell back, unconscious upon her bed.