Alpha Beta: Watch Me
Chasing dreams. I love it though.
“That's all you do!” She says “Chase stupid unrealistic dreams, that you will never reach!”
“Mum,” I sighed fed up, “Leave me alone.”
“I am so fed up of your day dreams Katherine Dawn Carter!” She snapped at me but she started to walk out of my room. Slowly. Still talking. Well not exactly talking, more like barking, or yapping like those small dogs you see on T.V. In those ridiculously over sized bags, those dogs who think they can take on a the bigger dogs so they just start annoying them for no reason, “You need to grow up, and get a sense of reality instead of dreaming of all this red carpet stuff!”
“Don't call me that.” I snapped back turning towards her.
“I can call you what I want!” She stopped walking and snapped louder as she turned to face me, “Its your name! Katherine Dawn Carter! Its on your birth certificate! I can call you it if I want!”
“You won't be calling me that when I get my name changed!” I shouted at her.
“What?” Mum laughed at me her dark eyes narrowed at me, “When you get your check for your big screen motion picture part?”
“I'll become famous, I'll make the big screen,” I snapped at her, “You watch me! Get out of MY room!”
“Fine Miss Red Carpet,” she laughed at me, “ I'll leave.”
She left, slamming the door behind her. I could have killed her. Literally. I just didn't want to get life for it. She wasn't worth a life sentence.
I was exactly like my mother, but I'm not, I hate it when people say that. I may look like her but I was nothing like her. Just because I looked like my mother doesn't mean I am my mother. I don't like looking like her either. We both have the same straight black long hair, the same brown almost black eyes, the same slightly tanned like skin. She looked like the older version of me.
We were totally different though. Mum liked spots, I like stripes. My mum prefers vanilla over chocolate, I loved chocolate and I hate vanilla. She criticises my music, clothes and idea's and worse of all my dreams and aspirations. She scoffs at them, snorts when ever I talk about them like I was I was saying I wanted to be a crocodile when I grow up, like I was crazy.
I hated her for it. She put me down when ever she could and tried to control everything about me, but she has a hard time to get her hold on me, I'm not five any more I'm nearly old enough to get out of here if I wanted too. I was planning on leaving soon, But first of all I have to finish through school and go to university, I'm not going to let my mother put me off that. I'll leave school go to the city and start uni, then once I've done that I'll have a good job somewhere filing papers, get enough money to go to acting school and go on so many auditions that its all I'll be doing until I get my break and build up my reputation as a professional actress. I'll do it. I will you watch me.
I looked at the papers in front of me, homework, what a joke, they're on about global warming and wasting paper, and here I am wasting paper now, but its school work its apparently compulsory, and tomorrow, that's when school will start...again.
I was out of breath when I finally got to my class room, and it turned out, I didn't need to rush, our teacher was late for once and everyone was sitting on desks in they're different groups talking to each other, I heard Valerie before I saw her.
“Hay! Kitty Kat!” She shouted, excited.
I turned my head towards the back of the class, half my books in my arms because my bag was so full, to see a slim but fabulous girl sitting cross legged on one of a group of desks most far away from me. She waved at me her wild permed chestnut hair bouncing as she giggled, her eyes closed but a huge grin showing perfect teeth flashing my way. The girls next to her turned, one was was a strikingly tall and beautiful blonde, her brightly coloured hair reached down to the centre of her back, she lent against the same desk the expression on her face told me that she had a lot more on her mind other than school, her blue eyes stony and her lips just a looked just as serious as her eyes where, this wasn't unusual though Donna almost always looked that way, but this didn't put people off approaching her and trying to make a conversation her, it certainly didn't make the boys in the school any less interested. The other girl stood opposite, her stood there as cool and as calm as a glass of water on a summers day. Her chocolate brown eyes glinting in the rooms light, and her wavy light brown hair was perfect in every way, it made me envy her, I wanted hair like hers. A slight full lipped smile and a look on her face that said “I don't care what you think” was clear to see to all in the room. She stood with her hands on her hips, she had a figure that any big time model would die for, a perfect hour glass figure.
