Something to Remember - trixya

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1959

It was just a matter of days for them to get close as friends and become the annoying duo. Going to classes with Katya by her side was hilarious. In fact, on the second day, she introduced her every teacher in the school in a funny way:

"That's our English teacher, Sister Margaret. She's older than Jesus himself, no doubt about it. Oh, and that's Sister Magdalene, our Theology teacher. We don't get along that well because I like to discuss religion and you know how that goes. You shouldn't question our god, Yekaterina, " The Russian girl had imitated the woman's voice in an exaggerated tone. Trixie giggled, gazing at her with fascination at how she expressed herself. "It's not my fault our god contradicts himself sometimes."

"I don't know how you are brave enough to say anything," Trixie admits. "If Sister Magdalene is anything like Sister Mary I would be terrified."

"They are all scary looking at first, but nothing you can't handle," Katya explained "Well, everyone except coach Taylor, she's the only teacher that doesn't make me want to die before class. And she's a gym teacher so that's saying something."

"I have the feeling you only like her because you are a gymnast," Trixie pointed out laughing.

"Yeah, that and the fact that she's not a nun. I don't think she's even catholic, which is refreshing in a place like this."

"Too much catholicism in your catholic school?" Trixie said laughing

"How much catholicism is too much? Any amount for me," Katya joked, making Trixie shake her head as she tried to hold a laugh as Sister Encarnacion entered the classroom starting the Spanish class.

Katya always seemed proud of making her laugh, searching for any opportunity to crack up a joke and Trixie loved it, she felt at home right away. In fact, she was so glad that her roommate was her, because after a couple of days she immediately noticed that Katya was completely different from what Sister Mary had told her. Honestly, she thought that the woman had described another person.

Katya was considerate to the new girl, explaining everything with patience, helping her at Spanish classes - which it was the only subject that Trixie had issues with -, infecting her with a happy energy every day and, being just simply... Awesome .

Even though she had made other friends - like Kim - and, had started to join Katya's group of friends, it wasn't the same for her. Being with the 'rebel' girl was a unique experience. She had never had a friend like her, at all. There was something about her that was intriguing, fun, chaotic and full of surprises.

Her roommate loved to make edgy jokes about things that wouldn't be accepted normally; and Trixie secretly liked to make them as well. Now she had found someone who could hear them and laugh with her. Sharing the same sense of humor made her draw in more close to her.

Before she came to this school, every single friend of hers said that going to that kind of institution was awful and strict. The latter was kinda true, but she didn't mind it. Actually, she was having fun, meeting new people, getting new books to read - she loved the library, it was immense -, chatting about anything and everything with Katya.

The first time they had a deep conversation was during the second week of Trixie being there. It was unforgettable. They were in their room, already in their big and long pajamas that were mandatory - and ugly - to be worn at the school. Sometimes she thought that they looked like ghosts when they wore them. Katya sat next to her in her bed and they started to get to know each other a little bit more.

"Why did your parents send you to this school?" The Midwestern couldn't help herself from asking that. There were a lot of things about Katya that were an enigma and one of them was her family. She wanted to know more about her, besides having a russian heritage.