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My Darkest Hour; Het - Cliff/OFC Dave/OFC
Topic Started: May 24, 2012, 7:03 pm (7,522 Views)
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It's been a long time since I posted a story on here. xD I felt inspired to start a new Metallica story about a week ago and this is what I came up with! This will be a story about my original character and her experiences with Metallica. The pairings will be Cliff/OFC and Dave/OFC. This first bit that I'm posting is just the prologue. I know that prologues are extremely boring, but I think that this one is important to help you get a feel for what this story is going to be about. Um...I guess that's all for now. Please give this a try! Again, I know prologues are boring, but I promise that the next chapter will be better. ^^

Prologue


Drip, drop, drip, drop. I stare outside and watch raindrops dribble down the window of the bar. Even though it's warm and full of life inside, I feel cold and chilled as if I am standing outside in the rain. I'm oblivious to the people cracking jokes around me and to the idle chit chat. My thoughts are far away from here. Even though I sit on a stool by the window of the bar, my mind is a million miles away.

My hand tightens on the mug of beer on the table in front of me. I pay no attention as my knuckles turn white. I just want to squeeze something. Somehow or the other, I have to get rid of the chaos of emotions inside me. The sleeve of my shirt shifts slightly, revealing long red marks. Cutting doesn't help me even though I've tried it. Pills don't make me feel any better. Nothing can fill the empty hole in my heart. Nothing will ever replace the person who filled my life prior to the accident.

It's October 1986, almost a month after Cliff Burton died in a horrible mishap. To me, Cliff hadn't just been a friend or a lover. He had meant everything to me. Without him, I was just a little girl trying to find her way in a cold, cruel world. I couldn't even remember life before I had met Cliff. It was as if my mind had erased all memories of what had happened before I met him. Even now, my mind tries to refuse the fact that he is dead. I keep expecting him to walk through the door of the bar at any moment with a big grin on his face. Unfortunately, he would never come. Cliff is gone. Forever.

Tears roll to the corners of my eyes and I try to force them back. It does no good though and they end up leaking down my face and dripping into my mug. I pay no attention to them and let my hair fall in front of my face so nobody in the bar can see that I am crying.

For the last few years of my life, I have been with Cliff almost constantly. It's a very long story, but I ended up traveling with Cliff as he journeyed across the country with Metallica. The other members of Metallica had no problem with me following them around. They just treated me like another groupie. During our travels, Cliff became much more than a best friend to me. I had fallen deeply and utterly in love with him. Cliff didn't know this though and I did my best to keep it a secret from him.

Some things you just can't keep secret for long though. Only six months ago, I had finally admitted my feelings to Cliff in a moment of strong emotions. To my surprise, Cliff had actually returned my affections. Since that wonderful day, we became a couple. My life felt complete and I didn't think there was any happier girl in the world than myself.

Of course, life's a bitch and things don't stay wonderful. Shit happens. Whether I liked it or not, I ended up pregnant. The idea of a pregnancy scared the hell out of me to be quite honest. Cliff managed to calm me down and said that he was thrilled about it and that there was no need for me to worry. We would raise the baby together. He wasn't going to leave me.

I relaxed a little bit, but not completely. The lifestyle Metallica led was not easy, especially for a pregnant girl like myself. I grew more and more paranoid and started thinking that Cliff was cheating on me. One day, I confronted him about this. Cliff denied having anything to do with another girl, but I didn't believe him. After the next Metallica performance, I refused to ride in the bus with Cliff and the rest of Metallica. Instead, I rode in a car with one of James' friends. The next thing I knew, Cliff was dead.

The bus Metallica had been riding in had flipped over, Cliff had fallen out of the window, and then he had been crushed. You have no idea how guilty and horrible I felt after that tragic September day. Cliff was gone and the last thing I had said to him was that I didn't believe him! How could I have been so incredibly stupid? Why had I been such a paranoid bitch?

With Cliff gone, my whole life had fallen apart. The guys from Metallica offered to let me continue traveling around with their band, but I had declined their offer. Without Cliff, I saw no reason to stick with Metallica. To me, Cliff had been Metallica.

I took a plane back to San Francisco and here I am now at this shady bar on a cold October night. As I think about Cliff, my tears fall faster and start creating a little puddle on my table. Sniffling, I grab a tissue and try to wipe the tears off my cheeks. I'm getting mascara everywhere and I'm positive that I'm a complete mess by now.

I try to get myself to stop crying, but I just can't. There's nothing to be happy about. I have no job, no family, and no home. Instead of spending my last bit of money on shelter or food, here I am wasting it at a bar. I'm trying to drink the pain away, but it's just not working. Nothing works. I want Cliff back. I will do anything to have him back.

Alright, by now I've had enough of this bar. The loud music and happy smiles on people's faces are annoying me. I need to get out of here and mope somewhere else. I stand up and weed my way through the masses of people to try and get through the door. As I walk, I figure that it's probably a good thing that I didn't finish my beer. Beer can't be good for my unborn baby.

A man suddenly whistles to my right, jerking me out of my thoughts. I know he's probably trying to get my attention, but I ignore him. He clearly hasn't gotten a good look at my tear-streaked face. I keep my eyes on the ground and finally make it to the door after what seems like an eternity. Once outside, I start shivering. The rain is pouring down from the heavens and soaks me to the bone in only a few seconds.

I glance up at the sky and watch lightning streak downwards. The weather mirrors my mood. Anger and depression meld together inside my mind and push me to my car. I step towards it without thinking about what I'm doing. My mind is still on Cliff as I get into the car. I start it without buckling my seat belt and step on the gas pedal. I have to get out of here. Now.

I start the car and go whipping out onto the streets. Rain pounds against my windshield, but I pay no attention to it. I end up on the highway without remembering how I got there. There is nothing in front of me but rain. My foot slams down on the gas pedal and I drive faster and faster. I wish I can drive off of the edge of the world if that is possible. At least then I could be with Cliff again. I could tell him how sorry I am for not believing him when he told me that he wasn't cheating. All I want is to see him again and to tell him I love him. Without him, I turn into a crazy maniac threatening anyone who happens to get caught in front of my car.

I look in front of me blankly and suddenly see a car parked only yards away from me! Where the hell did this car appear from? It wasn't there a minute ago...or was it? I can't be sure. My head is spinning from alcohol and I can't think properly. I try to slam on the brakes, but I already know it's too late. I'm going to crash.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I hunch over and try to guard my unborn child from the impact of the crash. The earsplitting sound of metal ramming into metal fills the air. My breath is sucked away from me, I feel something smack me in the head, and then everything goes completely black.

This is not where my story begins though. I haven't always been on the highway to hell. My story really begins on a warm May day in 1978. I'm in a science classroom where I am just your average teenager daydreaming about the devilishly attractive red-head sitting across the classroom from me...

To be continued...
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:blink: I hope she is fine! Poor girl, I feel so bad for her. ;_; I wonder who that red-head could be. :P

Great start Amy! :heart: :heart: I missed your stories... :biggrin
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Wow, that was an intense chapter, but it was described so well. I understand about the writing thing, I went through a time when I didn't want to write and now I'm doing okay with that. Keep going :D
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this is wonderful.....keep it up :huggie:
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Amy I loved that prologue! It was so well written, I hope she comes out of the crash alive tho :( Keep going hunni this is gunna be a fabby story I just know it :biggrin
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@Lilith: OMG, you read it! Thank you SO much for the review! You know how much I love them. :heart: Do you think my writing has gotten worse at all? I feel like I haven't done any writing for a long time. -_- Thank you so much again for commenting! :huggie: And I think you know who the red-head is. ;P
@Wishful: Aw, thank you so much! :heart: I'm glad you liked the prologue. I'm not usually very good at them. -_- I hope you like this chapter too!
@Lucifer's Angel: Thank you so much! :D I'm glad you liked the prologue! I sometimes over describe things, so I hope I didn't do that. lol Anyways, I'm so happy to have you reading this! I hope you continue to like it. ^^
@Picklegal1: Omg, I'm so glad that you liked it! I get all excited when I see that I have reviews! Thank you so much! :huggie: :heart:

A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews on the prologue! You guys have no idea how happy it makes me to know that people are actually reading this! I'm afraid that these first few chapters might be kind of boring, but I promise you that everything will get more exciting later. Please read this next chapter if you have time. ^^

Chapter I

He was looking me right in the eye. I blushed, but found that I couldn't break the eye contact. Something about those big brown eyes kept me staring into them. The way they glittered was mysterious and enticing. I had to see what they wanted. A moment later, I felt arms around me. He held me to him, firm arms on my back and eyes still staring into mine. By now, shivers ran up and down my spine. He leaned closer to me, his lips only a whisper away from my own. I had never been kissed before and wanted this so badly. I dared to lean forwards just a bit and...

"Katherine Smith!" a voice snatches me out of my fantasy world and sends me crashing back to reality.

Blinking, I find that instead of in a boy's embrace, I am sitting in a classroom with literally the whole class staring at me. Most of the other teenagers in the classroom are giggling or smirking at me. Ugh, I had really embarrassed myself this time. Just how long had I been daydreaming for?

Before I can get into any more trouble than I'm already in, I look up at the chemistry teacher and ask, "Yes, Mrs. White?"

Mrs. White, the chemistry teacher, gives me a hard look before saying, "When you're in class, I need you to be focusing on the material we're covering. You may daydream on your time outside of class. Someday, you will wish you had paid more attention to your classes. Now then, what was the acid you were supposed to use for yesterday's homework?"

A long silence follows Mrs. White's sentence. Everyone in class is grinning at me and laughing at my misfortune at this point. My cheeks flush bright red and all I really want to do is run out of the hell that is chemistry class! Looking at my desk and refusing to look Mrs. White in the eye, I mumble, "I don't remember."

"You don't remember or you didn't do it?" Mrs. White asks loudly.

I wonder if Mrs. White is trying to humiliate me in front of the class or if she is just trying to teach me a lesson. Either way, I slouch in my chair and make up a truthful excuse, "I would have done it, but my parents had me at church all night and-"

"No excuses," Mrs. White cuts me off. "Since you did not even attempt your homework, you will receive an F for the latest assignment."

I wouldn't usually beg a teacher for a better grade, but an F is just unacceptable. My parents expect nothing less than straight As from me. Giving Mrs. White my most pleading look, I beg, "Can't you just give me one more day to do my homework? If I get an F on this, it will move my overall grade down a few notches!"

"That's the point," Mrs. White smiles, convincing me that she actually enjoys torturing her students. "Who in this classroom can tell me what acid was used in yesterday's homework?"

At this point, I don't bother listening to hear what the correct answer to the question is. Why does it matter anymore? I'm getting a big, fat F and my parents are going to be pissed. Now that most of the attention has been diverted from me, I feel a tap on my shoulder from my right. I glance over to see my best friend, Abigail Alexander, looking at me sympathetically.

Seeing that she has gotten my attention, Abigail leans across the desks and whispers to me, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I whisper back, feeling depressed and worried. The last thing I want to do is sit through a long lecture about getting Fs from my parents when I get home. After making sure that Mrs. White is not paying attention to me, I continue whispering to Abigail, "My parents are gonna kill me though!"

Abigail just frowns. She doesn't even bother to reassure me that no, my parents aren't going to kill me. This shows you just how damn strict my parents are. Abigail offers, "Do you want me to come back to your house with you tonight? It will keep your parents off your back for a while."

"Thanks, but I think I'll just get it over with," I reply. I hate procrastinating or putting things off when it comes to my parents. If I'm going to get into trouble with them, I just want to get it over with or never have it happen at all. In this situation, I guess I'll just get their lecture over with since it's sure to come.

Mrs. White has gone back to lecturing, but since Abigail and I are sitting in the back row of class, we continue to whisper. Abigail gives me a curious glance and asks, "What was up with you earlier? Mrs. White had to say your name four times before she finally got your attention."

"She said my name four times?" I repeat, feeling my stomach sinking. If Mrs. White decides to give my parents a note about my inattentiveness, there will be hell for me at home.

"Yeah, four times. Everyone thought you had fallen asleep with your eyes open," Abigail replies wryly. "So what were you thinking about? I know you well enough to know that you were daydreaming."

Abigail does know me quite well. We were friends ever since we we could walk. Our parents had been friends and so Abigail was probably the first girl my age that I had ever interacted with. I sigh again and instead of replying to Abigail, I glance to the opposite corner of the room. Abigail follows my gaze and narrows her eyes.

"Are you looking at boys again?" she asks me, clear disapproval in her voice. "You know they're just a waste of time. Besides, the one you seem to be staring at is a troublemaker."

"Oh, who cares?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders as I continue staring at guy sitting in the opposite corner of the room. He has long ginger-colored hair and deep brown eyes. I'd be lying if I didn't call him extremely attractive. I add to Abigail, "A little trouble can be a good thing sometimes."

Abigail opens her mouth to say something to me, but at that moment, Mrs. White turns back towards us. Both of us immediately jerk back to our own desks and pretend to have been listening intently to what she has been saying. Apparently, we look fairly convincing because Mrs. White continues talking without popping a quiz question on either of us. Just in case, neither of us say anything more during class though. The last thing I need to do is get into more trouble with the teacher.

Truthfully, I could care less about my grades. I wouldn't give a shit about them if it weren't for my parents. Both of my parents are extremely religious. My father is a priest and my mother doesn't have a job. Instead, she spends all her time helping out in the church and volunteering for "godly causes". My parents are religious freaks. That's all there is to it. I've hated having religion shoved in my face for seventeen long years and now I despise it. As soon as I'm eighteen, I'm never going to step into a church ever again!

For some reason, being religious fanatics seems to have made my parents more strict in regards to everything...including school. They say I need to achieve As in all my subjects. After all, in their words, I should be studying hard as if I were studying for the Lord. Ugh, don't make me puke!

Abigail's parents, Mrs. and Mr. Alexander, are also quite strict. They hold the same beliefs as my parents and make sure that Abigail and her brother, John, are at church every Sunday. Abigail is the only person my parents let me be alone with or have over to my house. I love Abigail, but sometimes it seems like she's just a duplicate of her parents. She never wants to have fun and always wants to abide by the rules.

Finally, class finishes and I'm still trying to make up some excuse I can use with my parents when they ask why I got an F in chemistry. Sadly, I haven't been able to come up with any good excuses yet. The dog ate my homework isn't gonna work this time since Bridget, our Yorkshire terrier, hates me and refuses to have anything to do with me. She won't eat anything I give her.

"I'm going to leave your homework up on my desk here," Mrs. White tells us. "Come and take your paper and then leave the room quietly."

Everyone rolls their eyes and gathers up their books and papers on their desks. Mrs. White treats us as if we're five, not seventeen. I absentmindedly drop my books into my bag and send another look over towards the red-headed boy. His name is Dave and although I don't know much about him, I wish he would just send one look in my direction. I know he's too good for me and would never hang out with me, but still. Just a glance or a smile might be nice.

"Um, Kat? Are you good or are you just going to stand there all day?" Abigail asks, poking my arm and reminding me that I am just standing by my desk for no good reason other than to stare at Dave.

"Right. I'm coming," I tell Abigail before following her towards the front of the classroom to gather up my paper with the F on it.

The two of us approach the desk and start rifling through papers to find our own. There are so many papers here. An idea hatches in the back of my mind. What if I steal someone else's paper, erase their name, and then write my name over theirs? If I steal a paper with an A on it, my parents will never have to know that I got an F! Seeing a paper with an A on it across the desk from me, I shoot my hand out and collide with someone else's hand. The result is me cringing with a sore hand. This is what comes from my twisted plans apparently.

"I'm sorry," I say before looking up to see who's hand I have hit. When I look up, my jaw drops as I realize that it is Dave! I don't think I've ever been standing so close to him before!

"Don't worry about it," Dave replies, not even bothering to look at me as he looks through the papers on the desk.

Now probably would've been a good time for me to shut up, but I don't. I have to use this opportunity to talk to Dave! I might never get another opportunity to talk to him again. I say the only thing that pops into my head and ask briskly, "So, what's up?"

This time, I really do get Dave's attention. He looks up and brushes wavy locks of hair out of his eyes before he says, "Nothin' much. What about you?"

I can tell from the way he's looking at me that Dave is quite surprised to see that I am talking to him. Have I ever talked to him before? Probably not. However, I don't think about that and reply breathlessly, "Not much."

Dave's lip curls at my response and he gives me a knowing glance. The problem is that he seems to be reading into something about me that I'm not even aware of. Regardless, he finally finds his paper and shoves it into his bag before giving a nod in my direction and saying, "Seeya around."

"S-seeya," I stammer, gazing after Dave as he shrugs his bag over his shoulder and saunters out of the room.

"Here's your paper," Abigail says, shoving my homework in front of my nose and blocking my view of Dave in the process. "Are you ready to go home or do you want to hang out in the chemistry classroom all day long?"

"Let's go home," I reply a bit dazedly as I follow Abigail out of the classroom and pass by Mrs. White. I don't even pay any attention to her since my thoughts are on Dave still. I can't believe he actually bothered to speak to me! He's never talked to be before.

As soon as we are out in the hallway, Abigail turns to give me a frown and says, "You know, you've really got to get a grip on yourself, Kat!"

"Huh? What did I do?" I ask as I glance inconspicuously around the hallway for any signs of red hair.

"You don't even know what you did?" Abigail asks, reminding me of my parents. "I'll tell you what you did. You're slacking off with school and you're paying way too much attention to boys! Boys are trouble, don't you know that? You don't want to get mixed up with the wrong type of guys like that one you were talking to after class."

I resist rolling my eyes. When is Abigail ever going to learn to have a bit of fun? Besides, my hopeless little crush isn't going to go anywhere. We both know that. I point this out and say, "Dave doesn't like me. Besides, how do you know he's the 'wrong type of guy' anyways?"

"Haven't you heard?" Abigail asks, lowering her voice so that only I can hear what she's saying. "That boy lives all on his own in an apartment not so far from here. He makes money by dealing drugs."

"Well, I still think he's nice to look at," I giggle as the two of us step outside of the school. It's a warm, sunny day outside.

"Hmph. Come on. Let's at least get you home on time," Abigail sniffs, motioning me after her as she starts towards her car. "I guess I'm going to be glad that this 'Dave' doesn't like you."

I make a face at Abigail's back and follow her across the parking lot. I can't drive and have no car of my own, so my parents have arranged for Abigail to drive me home from school everyday. We're neighbors, so it makes a lot of sense and isn't any trouble for Abigail.

As we walk across the parking lot, I can't help but hope that Abigail is wrong about Dave and about boys in general. I want a troublemaker in my life. I'm sick and tired of being my parent's perfect daughter. Little do I know that I will be getting my wish very soon...

To be continued...
Edited by Dave's Girl, May 25, 2012, 8:11 pm.
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Oooooooooo, me likey! Poor Kat tho I feel sorry for her already can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to have strict religious parents who have high expectations! Btw hunni this chappy wasn't boring, I found it very good and very descriptive. Be full of cheer my dear you write very well! :D
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:D Of course I'd read! I missed your stories here too! :heart: :heart:
I feel like I'm back in High School again, :D Looking at my crush in turn.... :drool
Poor Kat, I hope she doesn't get into big trouble with her parents. Man, I can't wait to read Dave in this! :drool :heart:
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Oooooooooo, me likey! Poor Kat tho I feel sorry for her already can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to have strict religious parents who have high expectations! Btw hunni this chappy wasn't boring, I found it very good and very descriptive. Be full of cheer my dear you write very well! :D
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Ugh, Kat's parents sound like real assholes. People like that have the most messed-up kids :ugh:
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@Wishful: I'm so glad that you didn't find the chapter boring and that you're continuing to read this story! :) I try to be descriptive, but sometimes I worry about doing it too much. Thank you again for your compliments!
@Lilith: Aw, you're so sweet! :heart: :heart: Haha, I guess we all remember our first high school crush, don't we? And ikr? I've been in a mood to write Dave smut all day. xD
@Pickgal1: Thank you! I'm so glad you liked the first chapter! ^^
@Lucifer's Angel: Yes, they definitely are messed up! I've known some kids who have some really strict parents. It always makes the kids SO rebellious, you know?

Chapter II

Abigail and I don't talk much on the way home. Actually...that isn't quite true. Abigail does a lot of talking and I do a lot of pretending to listen to what she is saying. Abigail is very studious and is preparing for our exams, which are going to be in four weeks. Why the hell Abigail is worried about exams already is something I never do figure out. I mean, she still has four whole weeks! You're supposed to worry about exams the night before them.

While Abigail goes on and on about her study plan, I just nod every once and a while and fill my head with thoughts of long-haired, gorgeous guys. I have never dated before. My parents are very against the idea. Sometimes, I wonder if it was their plan to make me a nun since they are so against relationships. They tell me that boys will "fill my head with impure thoughts" and blah, blah, blah.

"Kat?" Abigail says my name, jerking me out of my thoughts.

"Uh huh?" I reply, trying to send thoughts of Dave to the back of my mind. My heart is pounding excitedly in my chest and I still have butterflies in my stomach from when he spoke to me earlier. I know I get way too excited over boys, but this is what a teenage girl's life is supposed to be like!

"You didn't listen to a word I just said, did you?" Abigail asks me, shaking her head in disapproval.

I glance out of the window and realize that we are now parked in front of my familiar house. Figuring that it's best just to be truthful with Abigail, I admit, "I was a bit distracted, but I did hear the part about how you're going to start trying to study for exams and all that already."

"You're thinking about that boy again, aren't you?" Abigail accuses me, narrowing her blue eyes and pushing blonde bangs out of her eyes.

"Maybe," I admit. I've long since learned not to lie to Abigail. She always figures out the truth in the end.

"You're a hopeless cause, Kat," Abigail sighs before pointing to the car door and saying, "Get out. I have studying to do and if you want to do well with your exams, you should study too."

"Right. Thanks for the ride home, Abi," I say, using my friend's nickname as I jump out of the car and walk reluctantly up towards my house. I've come to dread this place. I know that your home should be your refuge, but to me, it is anything but that. I hope my parents are still at church. I'm not in the mood to talk to them right now.

Once I reach the door, I put my hand on the doorknob and open it as quietly as I can. Silence greets my ears as I step into the house. Great! My parents are at church. Thirsty, I make my way to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I bought some coca cola only yesterday, but now it is gone! What had happened to it? It isn't like my parents to drink coca cola...

"What are you looking for, Kat?" a voice says from behind me, scaring me half to death.

"God, Lisa, you scared me," I admit as I turn around to see that my younger sister has beat me home. Lisa is in ninth great and is pretty much a replica of my mother. She's all about doing the right thing all the time and is totally into all that churchy stuff. I usually do my best to stay away from her.

"Are you looking for something or what?" Lisa asks, looking grumpy.

"Yes, actually. I bought some coca cola from the store the other day and I swear I put it in the fridge. Did you or mom drink it?" I ask, going back to skimming the refrigerator shelves for my cola.

Lisa frowns and replies in a short tone of voice, "Mother got rid of it. She said that it's artificially flavored and it isn't good for your soul. She says it can make you dirty since most man-made things are dirty. You should have some water. That's supposed to cleanse you."

I curse under my breath. This is the kind of shit I have to deal with since I have a religious fanatic for a mother! Since I don't really have a choice at this point, I grab a glass out of the cabinets and pour myself a glass of water before going to sit down at the table. I also make a mental note to hide my cola under my bed next time I decide to buy some.

As I sit down, I can feel Lisa's eyes boring into me. I have no idea why she is staring at me. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I wait for her to go away, but she doesn't move. Instead, she stands there and continues to stare. Getting annoyed, I glance over at her and ask, "What?"

"You're acting weird," Lisa points out, leaning against the refrigerator. "Plus you have an announcement note in front of you and you haven't read a word of it. You're just staring at the same word."

I glance down at the table and see that I have put my homework and the weekly announcement note I get from school there. Just to irritate Lisa, I tell her, "I met a guy."

"You what? Oh no! That's awful," Lisa says, her face dead serious. I try my best not to laugh. Lisa continues on, "You have to stay away from him, Kat! You know what mom says about guys-"

"That they're dirty and will fill our thoughts with impure things. Yeah, I know," I finish Lisa's sentence for her before rolling my eyes and adding, "Don't you ever doubt anything that mom tells you? I mean, do you want to end up just like her as a preacher's wife who serves in the church 24/7?"

"Of course I do! That's the way God wants us to live our lives," Lisa says firmly. She frowns and then goes back to our original topic of conversation, "But seriously, Kat, stay away from that guy."

"I don't want to. He's cute and I like him. You don't have to worry though. He'd never pay attention to someone like me," I sigh miserably.

"Oh, that's good then," Lisa says, a smile floating across her lips. "Well, I'll be in my room studying."

I watch Lisa leave, not sad to see her go. The two of us are opposites. She is mother's little angel and I'm the rebellious child. Trying to put Lisa out of my head, I finally look down at the paper on the table and decide to read about the announcements for this week in school. Usually the announcements are boring, but I feel like reading them anyways since I have nothing better to do.

As I read, I pick up my glass of water and take a sip. I start slugging it down until an announcement suddenly catches my eye. I choke on my water and slam the glass down on the table before whipping the paper up and holding it inches away from my face to make sure that I'm reading it right.

I read the bold font on the paper in front of me three times before letting out a whoop of joy. The senior prom is going to be held next Monday! That's just a week from now! This is my first time being a senior and I'm going to make the most of it and go to the damn prom if it's the last thing I do!

"Can you keep it down out there?" Lisa shouts from her bedroom. "I'm trying to pray!"

"Right," I mumble, wondering who in their right mind would spend their free time praying. However, I quickly forget about Lisa and go right back to thinking about the prom. I'll get a skimpy black dress, find a hot date, and dance the night away. All my fantasies will come true at last and...

Knock, knock, knock! Ah, that must be my parents. As I walk towards the door to open it for them, I feel my mood plummet downwards. How am I going to get my parents to let me to go to the prom? Unfortunately, I'm sure that they're going to figure out about it somehow or the other. If I don't tell them, Lisa certainly will.

Still thinking about the prom, I open the door to our house and let my parents inside. I give them stiff smiles and continue thinking about prom. My mother walks into the kitchen and smooths her tight bun before asking me, "How was school today, Katherine?"

"Uh, it was alright," I reply, debating whether or not to blurt out the news about the prom. Maybe it would be best just to get it over with and tell my mom about it before my dad comes inside.

"What are these papers?" my mom asks as she leans down over the table and takes notice of my two papers from school. One of them is the one with the prom news on it and the other paper is the one with the fucking F on it. Oh shit, why did I have to just leave it lying around for her to find?

"Um, nothing. Those are nothing at all!" I say frantically, taking a dive for the papers just as my mom picks them up.

Mom barely glances at the announcement paper before setting it aside. She doesn't seem to care at all about prom. I chew my lip nervously as she glances at my homework. When she sees the bright red "F" written on it, her eyes literally bulge out of their sockets and she whirls around to face me, asking, "Is this your paper, Katherine?"

"Why else would it have my name on it?" I reply sarcastically even though this isn't really a good time for sarcasm.

"You know that Fs are unacceptable!" mother says sternly, looking livid even though she doesn't yell. "How did this happen?"

"You had me helping out at church all last night!" I complain loudly, hoping for at least a little bit of sympathy. "I didn't have time to do that and to work on my homework."

"You must always put God first in your life," mother says without missing a beat. "If you can't get your homework done on time, I suggest you do it on your way to and from school. There are times when you could have gotten it done. I have to admit that I'm quite disappointed in you."

"I know. I'm sorry," I reply, faking sincerity. I try and think of something to change the subject. The first thing that pops into my mind is the prom. Giving mom a sideways look, I blurt out, "Mom, the prom is being held next Monday. All the seniors are going. May I please, please, please go?"

A thick silence that could've been cut with a knife fills the room. I hold my breath and wait for my mom to reply. Her mouth has already formed a thin line and she doesn't look too happy as she replies, "The prom? Isn't that just a lot of wild dancing? I see no need for you to engage in that."

"It's not just wild dancing!" I reply immediately. "It's one of my last chances to see my friends before I graduate from high school. Can't I please go?"

Another tense silence follows my statement. I hate the way it takes my mother so long to decide things. Finally, she makes up her mind and says, "You can go to the prom on two conditions. Firstly, I expect you to help volunteer at the church with me all day Saturday. Secondly, you must get an A on your next paper. Is that a deal?"

"Yes, definitely," I reply quickly before mother can change her mind. I hate volunteering at church all day, but I will do anything to go to the prom. Wanting to get away from mother before she comes up with more conditions, I hurry towards the hallway and say, "I'm going to go study. I'll see you soon."

Mother doesn't protest and so I hurry off to my bedroom. Once there, I flop onto my bed and stare out of the window blankly instead of studying. My thoughts are on - you guessed it - the prom! Now that I have permission to go, I'm starting to worry about it. What if nobody invites me to go with them? What then?

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Closing my eyes for just a moment, I imagine what it would be like to go to the prom with someone like Dave. I imagine dancing with him, his lips inches away from mine and his eyes glittering mischievously as usual. The thought is enough to excite me.

I get off of the bed and cross the room to my mirror. Glancing into it, I see a small girl with coppery-colored hair and blue-green eyes staring back at me. She isn't pretty, but she isn't ugly either. Her face is boring though. I think that's due to the lack of makeup. There's also a very clean look about this girl. I wonder if it's obvious that she's a virgin. Probably.

Sighing, I turn back away from the mirror. Guys like Dave don't take little virgin girls to the prom. That type of thing just doesn't happen. I slouch over to my bed and sit back down again. Even though I know it's improbable for me to get a good date for the prom, I at least have to give it my very best shot. Tomorrow, I'll see if I can get to school early and borrow some makeup from one of my friends. I'll look the best I can and see if I attract any guys at all. Looking back, I would've skipped prom altogether considering the sticky situation it ended up getting me into.

To be continued...
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i have high hopes that Kat gets an A in her test :nanner:
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Ugh, her mom and Lisa sound seriously psycho :ugh: Poor Kat, her Mom reminds me of Jam's mom in Detroit Rock City who found his KISS tickets and burned them after commandeering the intercom at the school :biggrin I hope she really freaks out her mom, that would be awesome :horns2
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UGH! I HATE relgious parents they're a huge pain in the ass! Her sis is a complete brown-nose as well! I hope to Christ that Kat can get an A on her next paper if not no prom.... Unless she can somehow sneak out I suppose....
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@_@ Shit! She lives in a house of religious lunatics! :angry Poor Kat! ;_;

I hope she can make it to the prom! :( :heart:

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