Two teens
with nothing in common,
will have to give up what they love the most,
to save us.

Prologue:
I didn't know who I was....or what I am, for that matter. All I knew is that I was the new kid. Therefore, every kid in the school had the right to throw pennies at me.
High School was horrible so far.

All I knew was that I didn't fit it.

All they knew was that I was an intruder in their perfect world.

Chapter 1: Deceptions.

My name is Kathery McAdams.
Until last week, I lived in a small suburb in Wyoming. Then my dad got a job in one of New York's elite companies: MK. So I had to say good bye to Wyoming and hello to New York.

It all happened very fast after that.

No matter how many times I go over it in my head, I can't seem to find the answers to the so many questions that haunt me to this very day.

It was my first day at my new school and so far.... it was...... not quite what I expected.
At Bay Side High, everyone's perfect. Their bodies, their grades, their social status, everything.
Rich girls drove ferraris to school or got their limo to drop them off; I walked. They had their clothes made by some designer in Europe; I was wearing jeans from Old Navy.
In other words, I was a complete stranger.

It all began when I got to my first class: Algebra. Even the teacher looked like a Barbie. Her face had probably gone "under the knife" more than the girls' in the school.
"Good morning,"she said,without looking up."You must be Kathery-----"
She gasped the moment she saw me. With my ugly hair, ugly shoes, ugly eyes, I was a monster to her.
"McAdams, yep. That's....that's me," I said. I was actually thinking,like, duh. Who do you think I am? The plastic surgeron coming for your weekly facial?
I kept my mouth shut.
"Ummmm...Oh, yes! You can sit next to Johnathan,"she said as she pointed across the room, to what could have been a greek god.
I was speechless.
He had blonde-beach hair, green eyes, and he was perfect.
"Kathy? Are you O.K.,?" asked Mrs. Faux.
"It's Kathery,"I corrected her.
She walked right pass me and sat on her desk.
I could swear she had whispered "whatever," but I had no way to prove it.
As I walked over to my new desk, my bookbag "opened" by itself and all my stuff fell.
Everyone laughed. Everyone except Johnathan.

I picked up my stuff and went to the desk. Trying not to make it too obvious, I took a deep breath when he let one out.
Freshmint,I thought.Is this guy all about being perfect? Is he perfect?
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Great story but some typos ex: Wyoming

ugh,sorry.

I'm still baby-sitting and it's quite annoying to have to do it.

Your story is really really good. It's very well written and it seems like something that would actually happen in real life. The only thing I would change is you didn't say who Ms. Fauk was. You just put that name in the story. I am guessing that Ms.Fauk is the teacher, but I'm not sure. Other then that, everything is perfect! Good luck!

Chapter two: Pigs and Princesses

LUNCH.

It's amazing how much a single word can turn your life upside down. I had been in here for three hours and so far, I had NO friends.

Some first day this was gonna be.

It's amazing how much High School can change people. One year, they're your best friends. The next year, you're the outcast and she is the cheerleader.

In other words, you're the pig and she is the princess.

That's one of the reasons I agreed to come here. That's why this world is a place where I will never fit in. A place where there are two kinds of people:

pigs and princesses.

In the magial land of Wyoming, there once lived a princess named Tamara.
Her hair was the color of the sand. Her lips, the color of a rose. She was the most popular girl in school and got everything she ever wanted. Her castle was the biggest in the kingdom. And yet, she wasn't satisfied.
She wanted what she couldn't have.
She wanted what I had.

That's the beginning of the end of my life.

Me and Tamara were best friends from Pre-K up to the 7th grade.
Then things changed.
She wouldn't talk to me or even look at me.
She had become the princess and I was the pig.

Nice! Keep Writing!

good writing. i really like your style so far. just some exaggerations I found funny, like how girls would ride in their limos, ect ect. otherwise, your storytelling is great.

Believe me, in New York, you'll see that everyday in some schools.

This is a great story! Definitely better than most of the stories on here, I certainly look foward to the updates. Great job!

This is a very amusing story!
Looking forward to the next chapter!

Sorry about not posting in such a long time! (bans, pshhhhh. . . . )

I'll write some chapters as soon as we get home!

Chapter three: Becoming me.

Maybe it was the fact that I never really had a boyfriend that made me like him even more. Maybe it was because he was the most wanted boy in the entire school.

But I liked him.

A LOT.

But did he like me? Did he feel the same way I did? Did he reall----

"Kathery?" a voice asked. So much for day-dreaming...

"Hmm?" I grumbled.

"Care to explain what this is?" asked my mother, as she raised a note from the school.

I sighed. "How many times must we go through this, Mom? It's called a piece of paper."

"It's a note from your school --- it says you've been cutting school," she practically yelled in my ear.
Me? Cut school? NO WAY.
"Lemme see that," I said. There it was..

Dear Ms. McAdams,

We're very sorry to inform you that your daughter, Kathery, has been suspended from our facilities due to skipping classes and failure to attend to most school days. Her suspention will end in two weeks.

Hope you're doing well,
Miranda Fisher
Headmistress.

"Uh... I've been to school since it started.. I didn't do this!!" I yelled.

"If you didn't do this then who did? I'm guessing somebody wants you out of the school? To your room... NOW!! And no TV, computer, or even going out for FOUR MONTHS!!"

If I didn't do it... then who did? Was my mom right? Had somebody done this just to get me out of school?

Sorry mom, but I was going out.

ooh very interesting

Long way to go.


My mom wasn't going to stop me. I hadn't missed one minute of school. But, maybe, she was right? Maybe somebody did want me out of the school.

But why?

~~~~~

"So, what are you going to do?" Cassie, my new friend, asks.
I think about it for a moment. "You there?"
"Umm, yeah. Could you hold on for a second?" I ask.
"Sure...Uh-oh, the Witch (her mother) is coming. See you tomorrow at schoo---"
"I'm suspended, remember?" I interrupt.
"Oh...yeah. What's up with that?"
"I dunno, but I'm gonna find out."

~~~~~

"Where do you think you're going?" a voice asks behind me.
Snap, I've been caught.
"Kathery, I asked you a question," my mother says. "Are you trying to sneak out?"
OK, just act cool. Yeah, since Mom is "cool".... OK, plan B, just start crying and apologizing. Yeah, that works.
"Forget it. There's a boy waiting for you downstairs....I told him you were grounded but he has your homework so...."

~~~~~
He's here. At my house. In my kitchen.

And I'm wearing my Happy Bunny pj's with my bear slippers. Too late to run back upstairs and change.

"Hey," he says.
I only nod and look retarded.
"Ummm...hi," I say quickly.
"I thought you might need these," he says, handing me what could have been ten tons of books.
"Er, thanks, that was really nice of you," I say.

Awkward silence.

Even more silence.

"So, I heard you and Mike were going out," he says, trying to break the silence.

Great, now I'm choking on the cookie. Can this day get any wor----Wait, did he just say that?!

"No! I'm not going out with him," I say.
"Oh, well he told everybody that. I guess he wanted attention," he says. It might be the cookie I'm eating, but does he sound....relieved?
"Yeah, I-I guess. Well, you really must get going, John. I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you," I say. I can see that hurts him.
"Well, OK. I'll see you in....?"
"Two weeks," I say.
"So, if you're not doing anything tomorrow...."
"I'm grounded for four months, John."
"Oh, well...OK, I'll see you in four months," and with that, he leaves.

I think I'm still choking on that cookie.

Wow.. i love your writing style its beautiful...
poor Kathery, no time to change
Awesome story

Love the writing style. :)

I sighed. "How many times must we go through this, Mom? It's called a piece of paper."

That made me laugh.

And the plot thickens... dun... dun... dun...

[I]Dear Ms. McAdams,
We're very sorry to inform you that your daughter, Kathery, has been suspended from our facilities due to skipping classes and failure to attend to most school days. Her suspention will end in two weeks.

That is so funny, suspending someone for skipping - isn't that giving them what they want? lol Funniest part, is that schools really do that.

I don't know what to do.

I'm lost in a world where nobody will ever find me.
I'm stuck in somebody's else's life.

This isn't my life.
This isn't me.

I have to find who this person is. What I did to deserve this.
And how to fix it.

But first, I had to sneak out.

******


Rope? Nope.
Hook? Haha, funny... NO.
Bed sheets? Perfect.

I had been, well, kicked out of the Silver Sunshine Girl Scouts for fighting. Pshh, what did Mary, my "instructor", know? She didn't even take care of us. She always went out to the woods and took a "break" from us.
The break usually lasted about a week or two.

Where was I? Oh yeah, me trying to sneak out...

Bed sheet, knot. Bed sheet knot. Bed sheet, knot. Hand, scream.

"Where are you going?" my mother asked.
"Uh... Happy....uh.....Half-birthday!!" I said.
My mother raised an eye brow.
I sighed, "Fine, I'll go read the Bible... which chapters?"
She shook her head. "Oh no, this time you'll do something better," she said, as she handed me a shovel.
I looked at her and frowned. "What? Want me to plant a butterfly garden at 2:00 a.m.?"
"I seem to have lost my bracelet in the hole. Go and find it."
Uh, evil mother much?
"Eh, Mom, are you feeling OK?"
"Yes, Kathery McAdams. Now go and find my bracelet!!!"
"But...but the hole is"-I gulped-"At the cemetery."

She smiled.

"Exactly."

Wow that Mom sounds like she's becoming a Heartless from Kingdom Hearts. I mean who sends their child looking for a braclet at 2:00AM in the night looking for a braclet in a cemetary. Wow someone might be controlling Kathery's life??


Any way i could be in the story as a certain "Scott Irison" ?? New guy? Seems to be having the same problem? Meet in the cemetary? They say "Mom sent u out to the cemetary to find a braclet too?" then Scott would say "No. My friend. My only family member sent me to get a trinket.

Nice Story So Far... Btw
its true high school is hard on the freshman year but
once u hit sophmores things start to change.
Keep Up The Story its Very Interesting...

*claps* Very well done. I like it.

i love how you write! keep writing (:

They say that when somebody's soul leaves Earth,
You can hear the person's last screams.

I can hear my screaming.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So much for a nice mother," I mutter, as the cemetery comes to view. I sigh and walk faster. The faster I find it, the less time I have to spend here, I think.
That's when I see them.
Kids. Hundreds of them. All of them with shovels. All of them staring.

At me.

There's Sharon, the girl that sits two rows behind me in Algebra. She sees me and waves, trying to look as if she knows what's going on.

I'm sure none of us do.

"Hey, Kathy," she says, as I walk up to her.
"It's Kathery, actually," I correct her. She blushes and nods. "What are you doing here?"
She let's out a little giggle, "I was going to ask you the same thing. I came because my dad woke me up, saying he had lost my mother's anniversary ring in the hole."
I gasp and pull her closer.
"My mother ask-----"

"Welcome, guests!" a voice cries somewhere in the cemetery.

I turn around and scan the cemetery for the source.
"It is so nice to finally meet you all! We have waited two thousand years for all of you. So... let the festivities begin!"

I can feel the ground shaking below my shoes. It's as if there was an earth quake, but I know better. The ground is opening.

I fall quickly and, before I know it, I'm laying on the ground.

"Welcome, Kathery McAdams." the voice says.

Great Writing! The perfect cliffhanger lol

Kathery and Sharon: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! sorry needed to add that anyways awesome story phoenix! AWESOME

"And then what happened?" Mia asked.
"Nobody ever saw Kathery again," Ms. Sheer, our Language Arts teacher, replied.
"That's dumb. I mean, if nobody ever saw her again, how did the 'story' begin?" I asked.
"Well maybe her ghost came back to Earth and told it to her family," said Mia.
I rolled my eyes, "If she did, how would YOU know?"
She shrank back into her seat and looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm sorry.... I-I didn't mean to make you cry," I muttered.
THAT made her look up.
"WHAT? You're saying sorry? I should be saying sorry! I'm sorry you're such a freak!" she yelled, as she stood up.
"Mia, that's ENOUGH!" Ms. Scheer yelled. "You two, to the office. NOW"

~!~!~!~!~!

So here I am. Yep, same old me. I'm known as the trouble maker, the evil girl, the freak.
Most adults would simply look at me for about ten seconds and say "That is one rotten child".
Oh joy.

"Nice to see you again, Mellany," Mr. McBride said as soon as I entered his office.
"Hello, Bob," I said, giving him one of my best smiles.
He sighed, "That's MR. McBride, Mellany."
I smiled as I sat down in my chair. "Of course, BOB"