SWMW+Chapter+1

=~Chapter 1~=

Katie averted her sky blue eyes from the glaring computer screen. Shaking her head, she set her gaze back upon the black screen that was waiting yet to load. Katie could swear she had heard a sound from the direction of the door. //Clink!// There it was again. This time Katie slowly ascended from her seat and stretched her arms wide and wrapped them around her head. Cold water was still dripping from it onto her day-glo pink shirt that stood out like the moon in the inky black sky outside the window.

After carefully slipping her bunny slippers onto her smooth tan feet, she slowly made her way to the door. Her light pink eyelids brushed against the peephole as she looked out onto the empty yard that lay beyond her door. Raindrops clung to the green blades of grass, and it seemed as if not a single soul had stepped into the vicinity of Katie's house. Katie stumbled over to the microvave clock and grumbled. Mom would be coming home from work soon, Katie had to get to bed before her mom came home.

After Katie was safely tucked in her mass of blankets and fuzzy midnight blue pillows, she heard the doorknob turn loudly. The faint jangle of keys could be heard as Katie's tired mother huffed up the stairs to check in on Katie. Katie quickly ducked her head under the pile of blankets. Her dirty blonde hair stuck out from under the cloths in one big jumble. Katie's door slowly creaked open. Katie couldn't help but giggle when her mother whispered, " I wonder why the computer is still on."

The next morning, Katie trudged to school. As she walked down the halls, boys smiled with yearning, and girls smiled with admiration. It was another usual day at school, Katie was used to these actions that people showed whenever she walked down the halls. Her usual Princess Diana wave always shook off their goofy grins that always dawned disgustingly on their faces. Katie flipped her hair with one swift move, and hurriedly pushed it aside with her bony hands. Not a single sign of a smile showed on her gaunt face.

Not a single twitch repelled from Katie's body as Joan grabbed her hair and tugged at it at first period. "Pretty," Joan mumbled as she tugged on it harder and harder. Katie jutted her head back, hitting Joan square in the face. She screeched in pain as the red whip marks that Katie's silky hair had left, throbbed on her face. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Bursts of laughter came from the class as they remembered how many countless times Katie had done that.

As usual, Mrs.Moore stalked into class late. Not giving a second glance to sobbing Joan, she gave Katie her usual green eyed glare. Katie inspected her nails as the class erupted with laughter from the superflously beautiful Katie's act. Small chuckles escaped from Katie's throat ever so often as people fell to the floor laughing. "Class!" Mrs. Moore screamed at the top of her lungs, "Stop this darn instant!" The laughter died down, but it started up again when Katie glared right back at Mrs. Moore.

Ramona, one of Katie's followers, rushed up to Katie, nearly pushing her over. Katie turned around, and slapped Ramona hard on the cheek. Ramona, winced, but she was to self-councious to cry. "Sorry," she said hurriedly. "That cursed newspaper has started up again!" Ramona cried. "No, tell me it isn't true," Katie stammered with disbelief. Her face turned paler than it already was. She stomped her foot madly. The old school newspaper always gossiped about the popular kids. What if it one day has an article all about Katie's personal life. "I have to talk with that stupid principal of ours, and those darn dingbat newspaper writers!" Katie steamed. Ramona scrambled after her.

Katie barged into the computer lab, with Ramona tagging behind. Katie could already see the nerds and geeks jabbing at their keyboard, their little beady eyes transfixed on the screen. "Stop the presses!" Katie screeched. Only a few students looked up. Ramona grabbed the nearest geek by the collar, and started shaking him vigorously. Still, only a few students stared, and most of them were glaring. The newspaper writers were too stubborn. Katie won't be able to stop the newspaper now.