Epsd 13

Angela POV:

I always sat a few steps away from Kathryn, reason? Because I liked her alot. I loved her ways from the very day she stepped foot in school.

She was naive and grumpy for I always noticed from a far though she turned out to be the prettiest girl in the entire school. I for one was quiet and always looking out for danger.

With Kathryn, I had a reason to smile but then it was by myself. She was funny, charismatic and enthusiastic about sorts of things though her pride always out stood every better part about her. Which I can't say a little about me.

Resided with my parents Beatrice and Jackson smith who had a reason to lessen there love for me every single day.

It was at thirteen when I came out to them, told them I was a lesbian and there reaction wasn't that impressive yet i never cared.

Then at fifteen I lost my grand parents, my father's parents in an accident and they had left everything in my names. The house, business and so much. But since I wasn't of legal age, they decided to live then in the care of mother and father till I was of old enough to account for them.

This choice made them less merrier and more bitter. They were set to have everything which eventually they did.

I hardly spent time around them which I regretted cause maybe if I did, I would have seen there plot coming and dodged it but no. I always spent time at my warehouse. One of which grandfather never mentioned to anyone but me. Just like me, he was an artist who taught me muchly everything I knew.

Before he had passed, we had talked about a girl I liked at school. Kat. Described to him alot about her which he turned into a drawing at the last wall corner of the warehouse.

The drawing brought out every character that wasn't easily described when you looked at it. It was a very large picture and full of life. Of the many of grandfather's drawings, It was my favorite and with it, I learnt the adventures in art.

I grew to not love art but love what I drew which made my work mesmerising granny said. I used to draw kat at school, imagining all sorts of beautiful things there was and all rang to kat.

Granny encouraged my confidence to tell kat that I liked her but then he passed. And the guts I lost in a second.

I was jolly before he died, had passion for stuff. We both had travelled around the world looking for stuff to paint and on my trips with him, I met different people, culture and interests.

But yet he had left eventually which was mostly the things he spoke of. I became dark inside., cared about no one except a little for kat who I hardly spoke too until one day and my art.

I had just arrived at school late since the day before had been a school holiday which everyone had attended except me and arrival time wasn't a matter so I decided to use the advantage.

I had just Passed the entrance door to the hall way when I say clearly my fantasy woman standing naked infront of every miserable idiot who was taking pictures of her.

It had been two years since the accident and I had every reason to bitter up. I rushed fast and infront of her I stood. All the stupid ball players still taking video. I raged in outburst.

"What the fuck is wrong with you shameless Bulldogs? If you believe in harassing people then go harass you own mothers idiots." Said I who later on grabbed Kathryn by the hand and rushed her to the bathroom. I couldn't help see her stare of embarrassment towards me when I handed her my pants and a top which made me smile inside.

It was just a blink of time I had spent with her when she snapped james and ran out to the lockers without thanking me.

I liked Kat but not her company and in that I mean James. He wasn't a bag guy. He had his looks and was very chubby but silly.

Not once did he get himself in trouble and get humiliated by the big boys at school. I had no interest in him so I never really helped him at all until I realised how important he was to Kat.

He was taped on the locker with a dirty sock pushed far in his mouth which was really humiliating.

I watched Kat tape him off the locker, hugged and headed to class which was funny cause I watched tthem live but I got to class first.

James Duncan was the type of guy who would unlikely make you like him anyway.

It was after I had teased him infront of Kat which she made a big deal of that I had to stand up for him again.

I had called him a puppet which had Kat pissed off and peeled him to head with her at the next table when Dulton arrived at there table as they had just sighted there place of comfort and slapped James's lunch tray from his hand. It was humiliating and as he tried to defend himself, he chicken.

I was just a few tables away from them and i couldn't help notice everyone laugh at someone's sorry.

I picked myself up from my table and headed over to them, grabbed james by the arm and pulled him close to me. As I began to say something to Dulton, Kat stopped me.

"I don't think we need you this time round, see! We can pick it up from here."she said. Which greatly pissed me. then she went on and tried to finish what I was to say.

"Pick up a fight with someone your size." She insinuated. Which was totally something different from what I was to say.

Whispering to myself. "That wasn't what I was to say thou." Which she clearly heard but gave her no chance to bug me so I left them with Dulton