Lost

Catherine Wells

*Chapter one *

     So, Catherine. You must know by now that you're in this book for a reason, it's partially your fault anyway. What happened to me is , yes I'm saying it again, partially YOUR fault.

It all began in the fourth grade, where we first met. The very minute your icy blue eyes laid themselves upon me, you hated my guts. You hated everything I did, even the air I breathed. I never understood why, we had never actually spoken before. I guess we were destined to be enemies.

You, with your bleach blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Captain of the Volleyball team, leader of the Student council, you lived the life of luxury in the popular crowd. Your father is a lawyer who works all day while your mother stays at home and slaves away, cleaning and cooking for you and your spoiled rotten siblings. They gave you everything. You received everything your heart desired.

Me, with jet black hair and hazel eyes, I lived my life in fear and desperation. Decent grades, theatre nerd/ artist. My father had passed when I was younger, and I have been left with my less than compassionate mother. She works as a Veterinarian and spends the majority of her time caring for the sick and injured animals. Sounds loving right? Well you'd be correct except for the fact that she hates everything and anything that doesn't have fur. All the while I had very few friends, but each of them were true, loyal, and loved me for who I am.

Each year we were separated, but it did no good in ending our feud. Our hatred started off harmless enough though. In the fourth grade you put gum in my hair and kept stealing my homework from my bag. I survived the rest of the year barely passing with a permanent bad hair day. So in fifth grade, you fell asleep in class and, I decided it was the right thing to do by passing the bad hair days onto you with a little work of scissors I had taken from home. Plus during gym class, I pummeled you with a volleyball. I remember you going home with a bloody nose and I got sent to the principals office. Oh it was, of course, an accident.

Although, each year the pranks would become more excessive, violent, and aggressive. But I'll never forget March thirteenth, during our senior year of high school, you took it too far.

*lost *