A Little thing Called Magic

Epilogue (2)

Last chapter guys. Kisses <3

Katherine's POV

"I'm coming!"

I went out of my room and descended the huge staircase. I never understood why my mom wanted these twisting staircase. I'm a very clumsy human being and I always trip. My mom is clumsy too so I really don't understand why she had to be this extra.

As expected, I almost tripped but I was fortunately able to grab on to the railing. I gave out a huge sigh then continued my way to the kitchen.

"What on earth are you wearing?!" Isabelle said as she looked at me from head to toe. I followed her gaze and I didn't think wearing a sweater and long skirt would be a big deal.

"You look like a nun. It's thanksgiving Kat, you need to dress up better." She flipped her long, brunette hair to the side and shook her head at me disapprovingly.

I just shrugged and went to the stove. I took out the turkey from the oven and placed it carefully on top of the counter.

"Seriously, I have a mini skirt and crop top that's too small for me, so it can probably fit you."

I sighed, "I'm not trying to look like a hoe, Kat."

She gasped dramatically, which just made me roll my eyes hard because I knew what was coming.

"You did not just call me a hoe."

I looked at her from head to toe with a judging look. My sister and I were the complete opposites. She's 5'6, which was already tall compared to my 5'2, which I got from my mom. She had long, brunette hair and green eyes, that she got from my dad. She's basically his mini-me, but her attitude, all that sass and vanity, according to my dad, was definitely from my mom. And of course, she's a cheerleader. Popular, and a hoe.

Meanwhile, I'm just your average 16 year old girl. I'm normal, not sassy, not vain. I'm too shy to do anything or even talk to people. My friends were only my childhood friends, because I couldn't have the courage to go out there and talk to anyone. I'm too much of an introvert to go out and party like them. As much as possible, I would just stay in my room all day, read books, play video games, and write novels. People in school who bullied me call me the boring nun. The only thing I like is baking, and my older brother Christopher. Things had been hard for me since he moved away for college. He was my best friend and defender whenever there were bullies in school. But now, I rarely see him.

"I didn't call you a hoe, Belle. I was just saying ---" I was interrupted when the doorbell rang. Belle's eyes lit up and she squealed excitedly.

"Girls? Can you open the door? I think they're here!" My mom called from upstairs. Isabelle didn't even need to be told what to do, because she was already racing towards the door. When it opened, Noah, the school's quarterback, tall, dark-haired, blue eyed, hunk greeted her excitedly.

What I meant by excitedly was, Isabelle jumping to him, Noah catching her in a hug, and then making out. I looked at them disgustingly as they moved from the door to the wall next to it.

Their parents and Noah's younger sister came in the door and looked at them weirdly.

"Can you guys please get a room." A dark-haired, blue-eyed girl said as she looked at her older brother and his girlfriend. She was one of my best friends, Aria. I greeted her with a hug and took the tray of food in her hand.

"I know, me too. I told you, she's a hoe." The two broke apart and Isabelle led Noah away from us, probably to go to a more private place. I was mentally putting a cross on my sister's forehead so she could be forgiven someday for her hoe-tivities.