Katy the not so social butterfly

Katy is not so cool.

Senior Year.

The final year of the hell hole they call school. The time you decide to 'YOLO!' It’s the time to start preparing for the next chapter of life. For me, that chapter included a certain university named brown. Ever since I was 8 I had this fantasy about going to Brown. A fantasy I intended to make reality. Looking down at the college application, I reread the question for the third time.

Why Brown?

Now that’s a question that seems simple enough to answer. Brown had been, and still is my dream since I was 8 years old and….. That sentence was the only thing I could type and let me tell you, from my experience as a ‘writer/ blogger’ I had writers block. A loud knock vibrates my bedroom door before my younger brother enters.

"Breakfast is ready, better hurry or mom will freak” Dean smirks before closing the door

Meet my brother Dean; a hormonal 16 year old boy. He’s only 10 months younger than me and with no surprise, whatsoever, is the manwhore. Also with no surprise, my brother is so much more popular than me.

Slipping on my light ripped jeans, a white marine top and ankle vans, I braided my long brown hair to the side, my bangs hanging out. I think I look decent enough. Racing down the stairs I see my mother sitting at the table, my father trying to hold in his laughter along with my brother as my little sister plays with play dough at the end of the table. Did I mention I was the least favourite of the children?

"We waited 10 minutes for you Katrina Mariah Summers” my mom raises her voice using her usual "I’m very disappointed in you" tone. A tone I had learned well. Too well.

"Sorry mother" I fake smile taking an apple from the bowl and sinking my teeth in.

Taking a large bite, I grab my backpack of the seat and race out of the door before my mother can scold me any further. As I step out of the house I spot the postman standing next to our mailbox, racing towards it, I grab at the stack of envelopes as fast as possible. I've always been excited over mail, don't ask me why. Looking through the mail I see nothing for me, sigh. Putting the mail back into the small metal box I walk to my car and jump in. My car was parked down the road because, and I quote, ‘Dean needs’ to have the best car spot.

As I drive down the street, a buzz from my phone sends me flying into a frenzy.  Pulling the car over I quickly open up my phone to see a notification from my blog.

Oh heavens.

Katy,

The way you are going you could disappear and nobody would notice. Below is a list of suggestions you should take into serious consideration. And make something of your senior year.

1) Stop being such a baby.

2) Pull your head out of your ass and stand out

3) Nobody likes the pitiful. Stop being such a drag

4) Get a life.

5) Call out a teacher.

…

Sincerely,

A friend.

Who would write something like that?  As much as I wanted to hate, something in me actually thought it was smart. Pulling into the school car park I see my best friend Maia –she’s basically my other half and we didn’t need many words to understand each other.

"So you have no idea who posted the comment?" she asked pushing her long red hair behind her ear.