The true Kasha
Ok. This story was a random idea. I don't know where I got it from.
This chapter is quite short just to give you a taster.
Please review, honestly. I need to know what I could improve etc…
Enjoy it! All the characters are mine.
Kasha sat in the middle of her room, photo of Harry in one hand candle in other, as she watched the smoke wisp into the air she smiled,
"Maybe this time it will work".
Kasha was known as the school geek, the prettiest smartest but friendless girl at the back of the class.
Problem was she had a massive thing for Harry laced, the most popular, dumbest handsome boy in class… at the front with the other "popular".
Well Kasha sat there with the burning picture, she thought at how wonderful it would be to be popular and liked.
The next day Kasha walked into school with the bit's of burnt photo in a plastic sandwich bag.
"Here Harry…"
"Kasha, I told you don't speak to me in class… meet you in the cleaner's cupboard at lunch. GO!"
"Ok…"
Kasha dumped the ash onto the floor and watched as smoke climbed into the air.
Her teacher gave back her marks for chemical work on smoke… 23.
"Kasha burning a photo then pouring out ash is not right… for the 5th time you have failed this test."
"At least I tried…I hate chemicals."
"Very well but it will affect your grade… Right QUIET! Be seated."
Kasha sat at the back of the class watching the time until she could be alone, with the boy she loved so much.
She was seventeen, but her fantasies were as vivid as a three year old.
She hurried along the corridor un-tying her hair and undoing one of her top buttons.
She opened the cupboard door, making sure no one was looking and locked the door.
There sitting by the mop was Harry… Her boyfriend.
"Kas… I couldn't stop staring. We are going to give it away."
"That just makes it more fun…"
Harry stood up holding Kasha's body in his arms.
"I want you Kas."
Kas smiled to herself as her lips locked his. He might flirt with Jade slake to put up he was single, but it was her he went to at his "Guidance Lessons" as he told the popular.
It was also her, who he visited in the middle of the night.
"No Harry, wait."
"What, we only got five minuets…"
"Not the point. Harry… I am pregnant. I am seventeen and pregnant!"
"Shh. What? Really? I'm going to be a dad? At eighteen?"
"Yes… are you happy?"
"Of course I am! The girl of my dreams is expecting my child."
"Good. But there is one thing, I can't carry your baby and have to say it is someone else's.
We must tell… soon!"