Get to the point?? (preface)

Ok, yeah. I know I'm writing a story and lemme guess? It should be filled with the following: DRAMA!!!! twists??? *TuRNs* the story should contain either of the following: 1. the girl in the story is obnoxiously gorgeous and just doesnt realize it and falls in love with someone who loves her back OR 2.The guy that loves the obnoxiously gorgeous girl who doesnt realize it is a complete jerk trying to hide his real feelings for her because inside his frat boy exterior beats the heart of a passionate and perfect in every single way lover. You know what, thought? NO ONE IS THAT GOD DAMN FREAKING SPECIAL. either you are hot as hell and realize it immediatly OR you're a cliched plain jane who is a loner and sits in the back of the room thinking one day you are gonna get discovered by a beautiful guy who just comes into your life out of the blue and loves and sees you and no other hott tramp. HAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH loser. But what I can tell you is that just because you're not special

(I dnt give a damn what your parents told you, they also told you a giant bird carries you in a soft blue or pink blanket and dilivers you to a nice non-alcholic trampy couple's chimney who will love and cherish you for the precious gift from above that you are. Yeah, you and the other seven billion.)

doesn't mean that we dont all have one unique moment in our life that will most likely be repeated through someone else's eventually.  So i can tell you mine but it will either induce laughing more that a stoner with laughing gas while he's already high or make you uncomfortable with the thought of that ever happening in real life. I DONT MEAN SEX GOD DAMN. ok, here, if you're still interested, read ahead...

Guess what? You know all those stories where the main character is a beautiful girl with gorgeous red hair and jade green eyes and she's so unique? Well guess what? only about 1% of the entire world has red hair smart ass.

But what I can tell you is that I do have red hair, but it's more of an auburn and green eyes, but they're pretty dark, I guess your eyes do reflect your soul =P in case you havent already read above =P My name is Katherine but its so god damn plain that it isnt even sexy like Keira Knightly can make the midevil name "Elizabeth" sexy. I know, there are many possibilities of the name Katherine: Katie, Katy, Kaykay, Kay, Kathy, Kath, Kather, Katherine, Erin, Rin, etc, but I choose Kat. I know a million Katie's and Kay Kays and dont even get me started on Kay jewelers. I'm short but I'm not anorexically skinny. Some arm fat and bodacious thighs. I'm not exotic, i'm white. not caucasian. white. I'm not asian. White.I have some acne and bags under my eyes from not enough sleep. I have to use this nair like product to decrease my blonde stash which I am self conscienous about because I know its there and can feel it. Im self consciencous about a million other things and yes i do pms but i'm a girl so im entitled to that stuff, but lucky for you I dont make a big deal about it by buying wasteful makeup for every single bit of me that never was and never will be.

ok, you know everything you need to know about me for the story, anything else would get described along the way =]

 Being from a small town on the Cape, you think it'd be like hawaii here, perfect waves, always sunny, a nice vacation house right on the beach all year long..go ahead fantasize for a minute...

done?

cause thats all bullshit

I'm living in a condo with a two foot backyard. Im poor as hell, never enough money for anything. i have stoner friends, goth friends, punk friends, emo friends, prep friends, nerdy friends and normal friends. its nice having diversity. The sad part though is going to a private catholic school that basically means you will never see them at school now. You have to deal with the posers, the sluts and the other rich people. ew. uniforms are great because they mean I dont have to shop because I hate to shop. its a waste of hard earned money. well...for people like me.

I wasn't looking forward for the first day. I had to get up at 6:45 am, which i am sort of grateful for because it means i get a half hour more of sleep than the local high school with all my old friends, also my school is all freshmen this year, which is what I am, so yay no muggings or homicides =] The first day is odd, surreal even. people dont know how to percieve you yet, but dont worry, the rumors and odd looks about you will spread around in time.

the school is so small, there's only thirty two kids, oh yeah and i have a twin brother who lucky i am faturnal to because that would just be odd to be identical. so he's 6'4 276 and i'm 5'1 136. no joke. STOP LAUGHING. good, cause i would've gotten the belt =P

So he's popular and I'm a loner, thats fine though, i established that with my black lipstick and heavy "alice cooper" eyeliner as my dad calls it. I hadnt really trusted anyone yet. you could sort of tell who the rich preps would be though, every kind of jewelery known to woman was one their bodies. ew

classes are easy the first day. 'rubrics' and 'course descriptions' sheets. lol, the sceduale in each class in how long you would spend on a subject and all you can do is quietly laugh thinking the teacher is so optimistic about completing all those things by the end of the school year. there's that feeling that this is all a drill and you still have two months of summer left. Lunch is odd because you dont know anyone and dont know where the rest of your friends are sitting but you find them. You climb in the car (there's so few kids there's no bus yet, lmao, its carpooling) and go home thinking you;ll collapse on the couch and fall asleep but you go to your usual ritual and go to the snack cabinet. get emergency cards signed, etc.

 dont worry, the next chapters will be better =] this is just the perface kind of thing