So this is when the story really begins :)
Oh, I dont own twilight or the characters, blah blah.
Katherine's POV
I grudgingly went into my bathroom and looked in the mirror, my dark olive skin looked fresh, my green eyes vibrant except for the sorrow that consumed them, I pulled my hair out of a bun and watched as my charcoal colored hair cascaded down to my hips, the natural curls bounced against my exposed skin. I scooped my hair behind my left ear revealing the industrial piercing that hadn't fully healed yet.
I looked into the mirror then quickly turned around, not happy with what I saw, turned on the shower. I stepped in, slowly stripping the pajamas off my body in a daze.
"Hurry up girls I need to leave", my mom yelled as I walked down the stairs. The heaviness of my boots made a thud each time. "Oh dear Kat, my love, couldn't you have worn you know normal clothing?" My mother eyed down the combat boots that I wore in disgust.
"It depends on what your perception of normal is mother", I replied curtly as my naturally soft curly hair tickled my spine. I personally thought I looked rather normal, I quickly tucked in my vintage wash jeans in my mid- high combat boots and tugged on my black wonder woman vintage graphic tee when I felt the cold breeze touch my now exposed lower back.
"Yeah – Uh where do you think you're going young lady?!" My mother screeched as she looked past me. I turned around to see my sister, in tight dark blue skinny jeans; black deep V-cut blouse that hugged her curves in the right places and leopard print heels. Her hair was straightened and was scooped up in a high ponytail revealing hair honey colored highlights, the light eye make-up accentuated her hazel eyes and the plum colored lip gloss made her lips look more pouty, more desirable. Like my mother, my sister could definitely be on the cover of Maxim, alongside the Megan Foxs' of the world.
"Uh, mom first day and all, I don't want to look like I just got out of bed", she sneered as she eyed my outfit choice. "Also, if you just got us a car, you wouldn't have to wait for us to get up and get dressed…" Something I could actually agree on, since the driving age was 18 in New York, I had only just started to learn to drive, although my driving skills were already at a superior level, my mother still never bothered to buy me a car.
"Well when you and your sister decide to take the test here, maybe I'll think about buying you two a car". My mother lifted her wrist to observe the time on her gold Cartier watch. "It's time for us to move". I picked up my bag and left the house. We all piled into the car and soon we were on our way to Forks High school.
"Names Please", the old lady eyed me suspiciously as I leaned on the counter in the administration office.
"Katherine and Kimberly Olivieri", I replied, returning the cold stare she was giving me. I turned to my sister who was now staring into her compact mirror checking to see if any strands of hair were out of place. Pathetic.
"Here you go; your classes and lunch time schedules are here". The old lady held out two folders in her hand.
"Thanks," I replied snatching the folders out of her hand. "Let's go Kim." I walked out of the administration office as Kimberly struggled to keep up.
"Gosh, Kat, what's with the hostility?" Kimberly mocked as I handed her schedule. I ignored her as I scanned through my own schedule. Most of the classes were advanced, considering my GPA was a solid 4.0. If my behavior wasn't so appalling, I would be accepted to any college of my choosing.
"Dude where the hell is health class?" my sister whined, I looked up from my schedule to look at her but my eyes darted around the corridors. Everybody's eyes were on us, granted it was our first day but the looks were still making me feel very uncomfortable.
"How would I know scarecrow, I've never been to this school before either!" I snapped. I saw a tanned arm go around my sister's shoulders. The arm belonged to a spiky blonde haired boy with piercing blue eyes.
"Hey girl, need help finding your classes?" The boy asked in voice the some might find seductive. This was apparent my sister thought it was as she giggled while batting her eyelids.
I stood in front of the two, making to them both stop in their tracks. I quickly pushed his arm off of my sister.
"And just…Who do you think you are?" I asked raising my eyebrow. The blonde haired boy took in a second to look at me, he suddenly grinned.
"Well beautiful, they call me Mike Newton, captain of the football team," He said boastfully, he obviously didn't take in my immediate disgust of his choice words as he continued. "I was hoping I could show you lovely ladies around the school, noticing you damsels needed a knight in your life." Kimberly suddenly turned off by the corny line he just fed us took a step away from him, stifling a giggle. She looked up at me winking. Oh, it's my turn to be the bitch today.
"Listen Blondie…" I began; my voice was filled with venom. "…You will NEVER be any of our knights in shining armor, shit; you'd barely pass for a jester. If you can find where my English class and where her health class is" I nodded my head in Kimberly's direction. "Then maybe you could show us, other than that you are not required".
Mike was taken aback, racking his brains, unsure of what to say. I guess Blondie has never been shot down before. He immediately apologized and showed us the way to each of our classes. I suddenly heard laughter behind me. I quickly turned to see a group of people laughing, obviously at embarrassing berating I had just given Mike Newton. My eyes darted to each individual. God, they are beautiful. Suddenly feeling unsure of my presence in the world I turned right around and caught up with my sister.
It was finally lunch. I quickly strode out of my advanced math class anticipating what the cafeteria had to offer me. I pushed the double doors of the cafeteria and entered, quickly observing my peers. The cafeteria was no different to any other schools I had been to; it was similar to the Caste system. The student body had been divided up into small groups of people who all had similarities bringing them together. Surprise, surprise. I had spotted Kimberly, in the 'jock and cheerwhore' table, chatting away animatedly while playing around with her salad with her fork. It was so easy for her to make friends, her evident beauty and her outgoing nature worked in her favor. I turned for the queue, picking up a tray. I stood behind a trio of boys. From behind I could tell one was very muscular, and the other two were leaner but built. The muscular one had black curly hair, and one of the lean ones had blonde wavy hair, however the one in the middle had this odd brown color, it was like his hair had just gotten a sun kissed tan. They were all laughing and joking. I slyly tuned in to their conversation.
"So Edward, did you ask Bella where she was on last night?" The muscular one had asked the bronzed haired boy, who I knew was named Edward. Edward, hmm.
"She was at La push…" Edward answered his voice filled with distress and disappointment.
"Oh, wasn't she there the night before that?" The blonde one asked.
"Yeah, she's been spending a lot of time over there, with him…"
"Tough break lil bro. I'm sure she's not playing away." The black haired boy began; as I continued to listen to their conversation I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see an ice blonde haired girl glaring at me; she was with a big curly haired girl, the curls of her hair making up most of her height.
"So you're Kim's sister," The curly haired girl stated rather than asked.
"What's it to you?" I asked rather hostilely.
"I'd hate to be you, if my sister was as pretty as her," the blonde girl snickered.
"Well you're not, be thankful." I turned back around, eyeing a piece of pizza.
"Well we know all about you two, your mother is some big shot lawyer, fighting to keep the La Push Reservation intact, your sister being the all American school girl and you, being the let down," I knew it was the blonde one talking, her distinct nasal voice irritated my eardrums.
Count to ten Kat, ten…
"Being kicked out of three schools for fighting and possession of illegal substances…"
Nine…
"Your father dying of lung cancer…"
E-e-eight…
"What would your father think? His eldest daughter became the biggest joke in the family."
Suddenly everything went black.