No Use for Moonlight

1➪Kathrine

Life for the Pulitzers was a different kind of usual. Most of it was spent just Kathrine, her father, and her fathers latest fling (Though he refused to call them flings. The grand Mr Pulitzer was too civilised for mere flings). Mr Pulitzer held importance, a respectable man with respectable colleagues and a respectable daughter.

Well, the last one was far from the truth. Kathrine had always stuck out from the drab parties she was expected to attend. Instead of slowly waltzing around a ballroom or making small conversation, Kathrine could have been usually found with a pencil stuck in her frizzy hair while she was chasing a story. Kathrine didn't wait for life, she chased down every single opportunity.

It had been Kathrine's fault her fathers latest bombshell blonde bimbo had left. Kathrine might've just about scared the poor lady away, away from Pulitzer and his triple story family mansion.

Then it had been Kathrine's fault they'd come back here. Back to where her mother was born.

Kathrine might've kissed the house maid. It wasn't Kathrine's fault though, as Honey had been standing there with her locks so perfect and skirts swishing and the two had danced around the laundry room until Kathrine's father entered.

Ashamed of his daughter, Mr Pulitzer had brought the family of two back to their roots. Back where Kathrine's mother had been born. It was on the edge of the city, and Kathrine detested it with her whole body. From every lock of hair to her toenails, she couldn't hate the area more.

There was nothing. It was bleak and grey and boring beyond belief. Kathrine would have rather been at another party (for at least those had her friend Bill and some snacks, the city had none of those.)

There were no stories or opportunities. Just nothing. And Kathrine was slowly dying inside as she swung her legs back and forth on the plush velvet couch. It had been a present from some great aunt, someone who was already dead. Kathrine was sitting on a dead persons sofa, and that was the best thing that happened to her all day. All week, even.

So Kathrine decided to check the house head to toe for something somewhat interesting. A house couldn't be that bland, she thought.

She thought wrong. Nothing, nothing except cobwebs and baby spiders. And Kathrine was not about to write about baby spiders. Even she had standards. Baby spiders was going too far.

Kathrine Pulitzer had hit complete bottom and just about died of boredom. The end