The story of unfortunate woe starts here. At base one. It all started out as a normal day for Katherine LeBough. She was a normal student at Bridge High School, in the rural part of New York. Her day started out as any normal fifteen year-old's day would. Get up, get dressed, comb your hair, eat and out the door. Except this day was.. unordinary. Instead of having her usual, cornflakes in a flowery bowl, she had raison bran in a bowl with animal prints on it. Some say that that was how her life went downhill. Others say it was because of the lack of knowledge. You will just have to decide for yourself.
CHAPTER ONE: The loss for words.
I sat quietly before my father eating my Raison Bran. After a long night of homework and studying, I was exhausted. Today is the day of the big test! My driving test. Most kids my age have passed it. I have yet to receive that accomplishment. I gave my father a quick peck on the cheek and headed out the door. I grabbed my bike and rode it to school.
As I arrived at school, the taunting began. Kids snickered at me as I rode past. My only hope was that my best friend, Molly, was already there. She had been my only friend since grade school. I jumped off my bike and headed towards the main hallway. The brown garden was flooded with kids. I opeded the big white door, and walked in. The school was from the 1800's. Onlt cathederal collumns lined the hallways. Lockers were shoved into the empty spaces, spray-painted white to match the decor. To my dismay, Molly wasn't by the lockers, where we usually meet. She had her own car and offered me a ride once in awhile. I usually turned it down, not wanting to bother her.
I tried calling her from the payphone in the hall. Sadly, I didn't have a cell phone, either. I counted the rings. One. Two. Three. Four. I hung up. I wasn't going to wait half an hour for her to realize she has stranded me in a school full of drama-pirannas. I climbed the three flights in record time. I didn't want to be late for Mr. Hoyton's class, again.. I walked in and sat down. Third row, second seat from the last. Molly sat in the last one. I tried to pay attention, but my mind kept wandering to the thought of Molly. It was strange for her to be absent. She was the student who always was in class on time, always the first to raise her hand, and never, ever absent. She was the only one in the school with a perfect record. She must either be really sick, I thought.
Classes went by in a blur. My mind wandered.
I got on my bike getting ready to ride home, when Lindsay strutted up to me. She had ruby red lipstick, huge fake eyelashes, light purple blush, and a killer hair-do. She asked me, "How's it going, dipstick? "
I replied in a light, arrogant tone, "Pretty good, lipstick. How are the eyelashes staying on?" That question hung in the air as her boyfriend drove up and she hopped in his convertable. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, and applied three more layers of lipstick. She didn't answer the question and they drove off. I picked up my helmet and drove home.
When I got home, there was a note on the counter. It read: "Kat- I have gone to New York City to visit your mother. I won't be home until late tomorrow afternoon. I hate to leave you and regret not having time to talk this over. -Dad"
Great. Two full days without him. Most teenagers would be thrilled to have this, but we were almost out of milk, and I hate being at home alone, without a car. Or a cell phone. Or any sort of communication to the outside world.
I plopped on the couch, and turned on the T.V. The news showed nothing interesting to me. I changed to the cartoon channel. Nothing interesting there either. I turned off the T.V. Our brown walls stared back at me. We had few pictures, and even fewer decorations. The house was fairly large. Five bedrooms, four and a half baths. Yet we hardly even use half of it. My dad owns a construction company, so we had money to spare. My mother is an institute in New York City. She's always hallucinating. Hew mind is always wandering, thinking about fairies, elfs, trolls, that sort of stuff. Not like I had any relation to her. I've lived with my dad my entire life. He doesn't see her often. He is always on business trips.
I hopped up from the fluffy couch and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, scavaging for any food left over from last night. I pulled out a tubberware of noodles and warmed them up. I sat at the table, and slurped away at the juice. What to do.. What to do.. Grabbing my backpack from the back of the chair, I decided to see if Molly was okay.
