Me" okay, well this is a complete tester. I'm just posting the start of my story on here, just to get some opinions. I don't think i will post the rest of it on here, unless people ask me too =) anyway i would love some feedback, especially critism, that probably sounds weird, but honestly you learn from critisism. anyway i'm rambling here.
I sighed, and stared out the window. The sun was glaring down, and it looked sweltering outside. For once I actually wanted to stay in the classroom, the nice cool air conditioner never looked better.
I glanced over to the tatty metal box that was somehow blowing out cool air. Okay so maybe it looked better figuratively.
"Kathy. Kathy!" Mrs Jones called, close to yelling. I jumped, toppling out of my seat.
I landed on the floor with a thump. I blushed as everyone giggled. I quietly sat back in my seat, finding that my hands were becoming fascinating quite rapidly to me.
"Kathy, would you care to bring yourself back to the classroom," Mrs Jones snapped.
I restrained from rolling my eyes when she said my name. Kathy. I hated it; it just felt so old fashioned. I had ended up changing it to Kitty. I liked that a lot better and most people called me Kitty. Except my parents and the teachers that hated me.
When I told my parents i wanted to be called Kitty they had laughed and told me that’s what hill billy's called themselves. The thing with my parents was, well they were filthy rich and acted like a bunch of posh prats.
I actually used to be like them, and if you saw my ragged jeans and singlet i was wearing now you wouldn't believe a word i said. But yes i used to be just as bratty and annoying as my parents, until that one day.
"KATHY! Are you even paying attention," Mrs Jones yelled. My eyes widened as I realised I’d lost focus again.
"Sorry miss," I apologised, sitting up straight. "Oh i'm sure you am," she muttered sarcastically. I stared at the board, and realised that we were doing Ratios. I slumped, well what was the point in me paying attention. Math was my worst subject, i hated it and Math hated me.
"KITTY," Mrs Jones shouted, I jumped again and blushed as all eyes turned to me.
"If you feel yourself better to listen then maybe you should see the Principal," She seethed, trying to make an effort to seem calm.
I opened my mouth furiously, about to protest but she just stabbed a finger at the door, her face red. I shut my mouth, and stiffly got my books and walked out of the classroom.
Why did all the teachers hate me? I thought angrily. I kicked the wall.
"Ow," I cried. Great now I have to see the principal, and have a sore foot. Today is going spectacular don't you think. I hobbled over to my bag and dumped my books in there and then made my way to Mr Kentils office.
I rounded the corner and almost collided with someone. I fell back, the ground, welcoming me. Before I could hurt myself, a strong hand grabbed my arm and stopped me from falling.
My hair fell into my eyes, and i shook it out. I looked up to see my hero. He looked my age, with a chestnut coloured hair framing his face. He had bright green eyes, making my eyes feel dull. I was still half suspended in the air, his hand only just stopping me from landing on my ass.
"G'day, um, you want to let me go?" I asked, glancing at his hand, gripping my wrist. He shrugged and let go. I fell back and felt my hand s waving about like an idiot trying to grab hold of something to stop me falling.
I landed on the floor, my hand scraping the concrete. I glared up at the guy and jumped up.
"What the bloody hell did you drop me for?" I demanded.
"What you said to let go, you just didn't specify how," he answered, a smirk creeping on his face.
"Usually when people say let go they don't mean let them fall on the ground," I snapped, brushing myself off. I was about to turn away when he grabbed my arm.
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly, his eyes looking into mine.
I pulled out of his hands and pushed my hair back again.
"Okay, nice meeting you ciao," I said brightly trying to walk away again.
"Wait one more thing, do you know where the Principals office is?" he asked.
I sighed, my bad mood from before returning.
"Of course I do, you walked straight past it, here I’ll show you," I sighed in exasperation, I didn't really want to be in anyone’s company (if I did I would have stuck to this boy like glue, he was hot) but I was going there anyway so might as well show him the way.
I walked off down the hall and a second later heard the guy’s footsteps following. He caught up to me and was looking around the school.
"Don't you have class or something?" he asked, clearly confused when he saw kids through the window.
"Not anymore," I muttered. He frowned for a second then opened his mouth again, before he could speak though I walked him through the school office.
"Go and ask the receptionist and then just go through," I instructed. He shrugged and walked through and I scowled and sat down on the hard plastic chair.
The receptionist answered the boys question and as he walked over glanced at me and chuckled.
"My, my Kitty we're not having a good start to the week," she laughed. I grinned Miss Melinda was my favourite person that worked at the school. She was nice and just seemed to find me always at the principal’s office funny. She also seemed to know that it was hardly my fault.
"Aw I dunno Miss, this is probably a record for me, I mean usually I get called in third period, and its fifth period now," I protested. She laughed, her blonde hair shimmering in the light.
"Well either way, I really should write name on that seat, every day you always end up sitting there, I wonder if I should write in black, or red," she mused, pretending to be serious.
The phone rang and she picked it up, and turned professional. I sighed; I hated waiting
I knew Mr Kentils tried to hold kids in suspense.
The door swung open, and the boy walked, out, satisfaction glinting in his eyes. Mr Kentils followed and then stopped as he saw me. He sighed and rolled his eyes motioning me to follow him. I jumped up and walked towards his office, I waved goodbye to Miss Melinda, and the boy stared at me curiously.
I walked towards Mr Kentils office and closed the door behind me. I sighed and sat down on the chair, waiting for the lecture. Half of the stuff I was sent here for was not true. I think the main problem was that my parents were really rude to the school. We were the wealthiest family that attended here, but even after my constant begging they would do nothing to help.
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I sighed and walked out of his office. I only had to write an essay of a topic of my choice, of course it had to be appropriate. Well that was alright, it would at least get me out of that dinner party my Aunt was throwing. Sigh, I rounded the corner and kicked the wall. Nothing was going right today.
"That’s not really going to help anything you know," a familiar voice said. I spun around, in a foul mood.
"Mother," I said stiffly. Jeez how could my life get any worse?
I sighed, and stared out the window. The sun was glaring down, and it looked sweltering outside. For once I actually wanted to stay in the classroom, the nice cool air conditioner never looked better.
I glanced over to the tatty metal box that was somehow blowing out cool air. Okay so maybe it looked better figuratively.
"Kathy. Kathy!" Mrs Jones called, close to yelling. I jumped, toppling out of my seat.
I landed on the floor with a thump. I blushed as everyone giggled. I quietly sat back in my seat, finding that my hands were becoming fascinating quite rapidly to me.
"Kathy, would you care to bring yourself back to the classroom," Mrs Jones snapped.
I restrained from rolling my eyes when she said my name. Kathy. I hated it; it just felt so old fashioned. I had ended up changing it to Kitty. I liked that a lot better and most people called me Kitty. Except my parents and the teachers that hated me.
When I told my parents i wanted to be called Kitty they had laughed and told me that’s what hill billy's called themselves. The thing with my parents was, well they were filthy rich and acted like a bunch of posh prats.
I actually used to be like them, and if you saw my ragged jeans and singlet i was wearing now you wouldn't believe a word i said. But yes i used to be just as bratty and annoying as my parents, until that one day.
"KATHY! Are you even paying attention," Mrs Jones yelled. My eyes widened as I realised I’d lost focus again.
"Sorry miss," I apologised, sitting up straight. "Oh i'm sure you am," she muttered sarcastically. I stared at the board, and realised that we were doing Ratios. I slumped, well what was the point in me paying attention. Math was my worst subject, i hated it and Math hated me.
"KITTY," Mrs Jones shouted, I jumped again and blushed as all eyes turned to me.
"If you feel yourself better to listen then maybe you should see the Principal," She seethed, trying to make an effort to seem calm.
I opened my mouth furiously, about to protest but she just stabbed a finger at the door, her face red. I shut my mouth, and stiffly got my books and walked out of the classroom.
Why did all the teachers hate me? I thought angrily. I kicked the wall.
"Ow," I cried. Great now I have to see the principal, and have a sore foot. Today is going spectacular don't you think. I hobbled over to my bag and dumped my books in there and then made my way to Mr Kentils office.
I rounded the corner and almost collided with someone. I fell back, the ground, welcoming me. Before I could hurt myself, a strong hand grabbed my arm and stopped me from falling.
My hair fell into my eyes, and i shook it out. I looked up to see my hero. He looked my age, with a chestnut coloured hair framing his face. He had bright green eyes, making my eyes feel dull. I was still half suspended in the air, his hand only just stopping me from landing on my ass.
"G'day, um, you want to let me go?" I asked, glancing at his hand, gripping my wrist. He shrugged and let go. I fell back and felt my hand s waving about like an idiot trying to grab hold of something to stop me falling.
I landed on the floor, my hand scraping the concrete. I glared up at the guy and jumped up.
"What the bloody hell did you drop me for?" I demanded.
"What you said to let go, you just didn't specify how," he answered, a smirk creeping on his face.
"Usually when people say let go they don't mean let them fall on the ground," I snapped, brushing myself off. I was about to turn away when he grabbed my arm.
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly, his eyes looking into mine.
I pulled out of his hands and pushed my hair back again.
"Okay, nice meeting you ciao," I said brightly trying to walk away again.
"Wait one more thing, do you know where the Principals office is?" he asked.
I sighed, my bad mood from before returning.
"Of course I do, you walked straight past it, here I’ll show you," I sighed in exasperation, I didn't really want to be in anyone’s company (if I did I would have stuck to this boy like glue, he was hot) but I was going there anyway so might as well show him the way.
I walked off down the hall and a second later heard the guy’s footsteps following. He caught up to me and was looking around the school.
"Don't you have class or something?" he asked, clearly confused when he saw kids through the window.
"Not anymore," I muttered. He frowned for a second then opened his mouth again, before he could speak though I walked him through the school office.
"Go and ask the receptionist and then just go through," I instructed. He shrugged and walked through and I scowled and sat down on the hard plastic chair.
The receptionist answered the boys question and as he walked over glanced at me and chuckled.
"My, my Kitty we're not having a good start to the week," she laughed. I grinned Miss Melinda was my favourite person that worked at the school. She was nice and just seemed to find me always at the principal’s office funny. She also seemed to know that it was hardly my fault.
"Aw I dunno Miss, this is probably a record for me, I mean usually I get called in third period, and its fifth period now," I protested. She laughed, her blonde hair shimmering in the light.
"Well either way, I really should write name on that seat, every day you always end up sitting there, I wonder if I should write in black, or red," she mused, pretending to be serious.
The phone rang and she picked it up, and turned professional. I sighed; I hated waiting
I knew Mr Kentils tried to hold kids in suspense.
The door swung open, and the boy walked, out, satisfaction glinting in his eyes. Mr Kentils followed and then stopped as he saw me. He sighed and rolled his eyes motioning me to follow him. I jumped up and walked towards his office, I waved goodbye to Miss Melinda, and the boy stared at me curiously.
I walked towards Mr Kentils office and closed the door behind me. I sighed and sat down on the chair, waiting for the lecture. Half of the stuff I was sent here for was not true. I think the main problem was that my parents were really rude to the school. We were the wealthiest family that attended here, but even after my constant begging they would do nothing to help.
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I sighed and walked out of his office. I only had to write an essay of a topic of my choice, of course it had to be appropriate. Well that was alright, it would at least get me out of that dinner party my Aunt was throwing. Sigh, I rounded the corner and kicked the wall. Nothing was going right today.
"That’s not really going to help anything you know," a familiar voice said. I spun around, in a foul mood.
"Mother," I said stiffly. Jeez how could my life get any worse?
Kyle:Krissa, it's ok, everything will be fine.
Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!
Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.
Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.
Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to move on and live a happier life.
Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt you like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.
Krissa:If he did love me, he'd dump that barbie!
Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.
Kyle:She needs some time alone.
I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.
Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...
Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?
Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.
Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.
Me:No kidding.
Krissa:No it won't!!!How can he do this to me!...how can he do this to us!
Me:He didn't...he did it to be happy.
Krissa looked at me with watery eyes, tears falling, dripping from her face.
Kyle:Kris, he is your father, but he just needs to move on and live a happier life.
Me:Exactly, he never wanted to hurt you like this, he loves you, but he loves her, too.
Krissa:If he did love me, he'd dump that barbie!
Kyle looked at me, I looked at him.
Kyle:She needs some time alone.
I nodded.
I hurt the thump sound of when Krissa jumps on her bed.
Me:Maybe she'll grow out of it in a few days...
Kyle:Or a few years...why is she so...upset of her dad getting married?
Me:Well, when she went to visit him, she was just there, he never told her.She got mad and came right back.
Kyle:Well that IS upsetting.
Me:No kidding.