I'm Better Than Him

Part 2.

She sat by herself with only a pillow, phone, charger, headphones, and purse. She seemed quite attached to that bag. People made a point to avoid her, sitting two rows away in front and behind her. She was at the front while I was at the back. I wasn't particularly watching her, I only noticed. The movie Finding Nemo was playing on the mini tvs attached to the roof of the bus. It took six hours to get there, we stopped once to eat. She hanged with Miss. Nicky quietly eating until we had to get back on. But now that we're here, her condition hasn't changed. She lugged her bag to the girl's cabin and that was the last I saw of her for a couple of hours.

The boys and I joked around and got unpacked until it was time to go meet up. We were stationed to home which is a code name for, "meet up here," at a bench. The girls beat us there first, which has never happened before.

My eyes just so happened to automatically glance at Katey. And she was of course huddled into herself away from the others. It was clear that the girls have banished her from befriending them.

An assistant who worked for the camp stepped up and announced, "Gather in a circle everyone! Good, good. Now, we're all going to tell us our names, ages, and two things about ourselves." He announced and clapped his hands together once afterwards.

So we all formed in a circle. The boys mostly stayed together while the girls did too. Two of the assistances squeezed in the circle and introduced themselves.

"Hi! My name is Billy. Ok guys, I'm going to pass this ball," he raised a ball in the air that he was holding in his hand before continuing, "to the person next to me after I say my name, which I've already have, my age, and two things about me. Alright?" We all nodded our heads. "I'm 22, I'm in Texas University, and I'm an only child." Billy said with a friendly smile. He seemed like an easy friendly guy.

Next was the girl assistant's turn, which by the way was taller than Billy. "Hey guys, I'm Maddy. I'm 19, I go to the same college as Billy, and I love dogs." She then nodded her head to the person next to her, which was Miss N before tossing the ball to her.

Miss N. smiled big and excitedly started explaining things about herself. Afterwards was her husband's turn, and a couple of girls. People weren't exactly paying attention though. I was just talking to my best friend when it suddenly got quiet. I switched my gaze to the person holding the ball.

Katherine

Everybody was interested in her. She looked like she could be between the ages of 15 to 18 if you were to really stretch it. And not everybody new her name either.

"M-My na-name is K-Katherine." She looked as though she was going to pass out any second with everybody staring at her. I could see her hands shaking as she gripped the ball. "I'm 16, I-I'm writing a b-b-book and it's planned to be published in a year or two." She managed to get past her speech without anymore stuttering around the ending. But that wasn't the problem. Nobody believed her, they all thought she was lying. That is until Miss N. spoke up for her rendering the glares focused on her.

"Katherine is a former student of mine and her uncle writes songs for famous musicians. He knows a couple of authors and editors who will be helping Katherine get her book published. Go on Katey, tell them how far along your book is." Miss N. encouraged.

Automatically by memory, Katey said the numbers quickly. "45,000 words, 20 chapters, and 110 pages." Not many people seemed real impressed by that so Miss N. intervened again.

"You have to remember this is being written on a computer so the page count is different than an actual book's." She said, some people oohed and awed, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to participate.

Instead, my eyes decided to do their own thing. That thing is watch Katey fidget in embarrassment, complete and total dread on her features.

I don't understand her, most people would be basking in the glory of Miss. N's approval. Loving the attention received from others. Instead, Katey just looks miserable. I don't understand... Her.