Katie's POV:
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!!!
What am I late for exactly? My stepmoms idea of fun: being her maid. Why? Because she's to lazy to do anything herself.
I drive as fast as I could from my favorite place on Earth to hell. I wanted so bad to find out that guys name, but my stepmom's more important.
One more slip up and no more softball for me; which also means no scholarships; which also means I'm stuck with her.
I park in the driveway and run to the door. Before I can open it, the door opens itself.
And when it opens, I'm face to face with my stepmother. My stepmom is only 29, so she's not old. She's pretty, but she wears too much make-up. At least too much for a normal person.
She has a model body, because she's a fashion model. She opens the door and I see her wearing pink pajamas. My mouth just didn't say anything. "Where'd you go? One second you were cleaning the restroom, next your gone." She questions.
"Well I finished, so I thought-" "Thought what, you could just leave?! You know I need my feet rubbed before a runway show! Come on, hurry up!" And she grabs my shirt, pulling me inside and closing the door.
She walks over to the couch and places her feet on the foot rest. I stand where I am, because I really don't want to do that. It's not because her feet are dirty, I just don't want to touch her feet.
My stepmom turns her head to me and asks, "Well are you gonna rub my feet or not?!"
I immediately am at her feet, and massaging them. I just imagine I'm massaging her shoulders. Closing my eyes so I can't see the feet.
"What are you doing? Watch what you're doing Kat!" She yells. "Yes ma'am." I don't argue, or she'll make me do something I'll regret, and open my eyes slowly. I just hold it in. I keep rubbing until she says, "Thank you angel fingers. My feet feel great!" She hops off her seat and starts walking into the kitchen.
My hands are killing me; and smell like my stepmom. I get up, not saying a word to her, and walk into the bathroom. I get soap and scrub my hands until they smell like apple trees.
After cleansing my hands, I walk out to the living room where my stepmom feel asleep. I was only in the bathroom for like three minutes. I don't care anyway, she's always slacking off. I walk to the the door, quietly open it and rush outside to my car.
I get the t-shirt I bought and run back inside. I close the door and swiftly make my way upstairs. I get too my room and sigh. It's pretty dirty in here. Maybe if she could do some work in this house, I could clean my own room.
It doesn't matter, I jump onto my bed and yawn.
I look up; I stare at the ceiling. I pull the shirt up in front off me, extending my arms, and stare at it. That guy in the t-shirt shop makes me feel ... different when I'm around him. Not a bad different, a good one, I just don't know how I feel.
And I still don't know his name. I drop the shirt on my chest and yawn again. Maybe I can sleep before-
"KAT! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" My stepmom yells from downstairs. Nope; can't even sleep. "Coming!" I yell back, running downstairs.
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