Dear Katherine

Chapter 1

Hey guys so this is the first book I am writing. I'm really nervous/excited about writing a story! So far I have not picked out the whole cast yet. All I know is Adam is Adam Levine. If you have any suggestions on who should be Katherine comment please! SO basically I started writing this a year ago and I am finally going to start writing it. I don't know how often I will be able to update or when I am able to because right now my life is pretty crazy lol. But i'm gonna quit rambling and let you enjoy the first chapter of Dear Katherine. (btw this chapter is really long and the rest of my chapters will be much much much shorter) thanks! xoxo rachel

"I'm home!" I hear my moms usual greeting after getting home from work.

"Hey Mom," I smile to her.

"How was your day at school today, Katherine?"

This was our conversation everyday. I could play out our conversation even before it would happen. She would always walk up our stairs and find me on our silky, red love seat watching my afternoon show, Ellen. "Good."

"Good."

I flicked off the TV, getting up to go to our small kitchen. I opened the large brown bag my mom had brought home.

"Kath, I'm gonna go finish up some work i had to bring home. Can you get dinner started?" My mom had to bring home work a few times a week. Ever since my father passed away when i was eight, my mom has been working double shifts at work.

"Sure. I'll make some spaghetti."

I got out all the supplies I need to make the recipe my dad had taught me before he died. He was a chef at a local restaurant down the road. It was a tiny Italian restaurant, called Snoodles, that he and his buddy started together. I remember him taking me there to do homework after school.

"Thank you, honey."

I slightly nodded. Turning around to turn on the stove to boil the water.

I heard my moms clicking heals turn into soft padding on the carpet as she walked down the hall, closing the door to her room.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I slapped my alarm clock, reading 5:30 a.m.

A deep sigh escaped from my mouth as I sat up in bed. I ran my fingers through my long brown hair. I stepped into my Cookie Monster slippers, tip toeing out to the bathroom.

I flicked on the lights painfully looking away at the bright light.

My moms makeup was sprawled all over the sink. The apartment we live in isn't the biggest. It has two bedrooms, and that's about it. But sharing a bathroom with my mom for the past few years hasn't been all that bad. We had to move into this apartment shortly after my dad died, realizing we couldn't afford the house we lived in before.

But having friends over when your sixteen, and your mom looks like she is your older sister isn't exactly the greatest thing ever. My mom and dad were both young and stupid high schoolers when I was born. I learn to cut my mom some slack for never really being home though.

I splashed some cool, fresh water on my face. I carefully patted dry with a purple, cotton towel.

I walk back to my room, flicking on my pink lamp. I opened my closet flicking through clothes. I finally decided on a blue Hollister shirt and some jeans.

I'm in my second year of high school, and still don't wear make up. Main reason is because, well there isn't one. I just don't wear it.

I hear a small knock on my door.