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flashback ⋆
A typical staircase has around twelve steps The Silva's Victorian styled home had around thirty. Thirty stomps boomed through the residence that day. Along with the slam of a rosewood door. A second pair of kitten heeled shoes were heard softly ascending up the steps of the split staircase following the angry flounce of curls behind the closed door.
"Kitty Kat?" a delicate call for the young girl's nickname whispered through the room filled with peachy curtains and porcelain horses. Her granddaughter's room smelled of jasmine tea and rose. But a track of mud through off the daintiness decorated room.
"Katherine what is the deal with this mess?" Her grandmother bent down like a lady to inspect the mud trail on the matching cherry wood floors. The lightly wrinkled eyes of Katherine's grandmother turned soft and warm at the sight of her granddaughter teary doe eyes.
"How do you do it nana?" A whimper cascaded as she talked matching the lone tear running down her baby face. "How do you stay strong in this world? Everyone expects me to be, 'Augustine Silva's' perfect princess of a daughter." Her words were hard to follow as she took multiple deep breaths to stop her whimpering. "How can I? He forgot the only thing we were suppose to hold onto. He forgot her Nana... and I'm fading away as these bimbettes give themselves to him"
Katherine was pulled into her grandmothers chest for a everlasting hug. Katherine weeped on the fabric of her grandmother vintage wiggle dress. She had the silhouette of a 1950's pinup girl at her age. She was graceful, sophisticated, smart and the woman Katherine wanted to be
The older woman gently grabbed her granddaughter by her shoulders as if she was as fragile as the fine china antiques sitting on the girls drawers. She sat Katherine on the bed in the baby pink silk sheets.
"Sometimes Katherine, you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hang onto."
end of flashback ⋆
"All year elevens will be taking there respected academic courses along with one class of religious studies each semester." The voice of Katherine's new headmaster spoke over the audience of students.
Vita continuously picked at her hot pink polish beside Kat. Julie, the tiny blonde roommate sat on the end of the enclosed bench on the other side of Vita. More girls from the dorm hallway filled the rest of the row. "What is the point in this bull? New boring ass year, new batch of freshman boys. We don't need an introduction."
Julie cleared her throat and turned her head "Shh. I'm trying to listen Vita, we do not need your perversion thoughts in the house of the lord." She told the girl to quiet her. Vita made a face as her comeback as both girls turned their attention towards Headmaster Phillips
