Homeroom, chapter 2
But the boy just walked pass her. When he did though his lighter dropped out of his pocket. Katherine jumped up and grabed the lighter as it fell on the ground and ran after the boy to give it back to him. "Umm...you dropped this!" Katherine mumbled, not remebering she was still kinda crying.
"Thanks! wouldn't want anyone to find that," he smiled.
"Yeah," Katherine said wiping her tears.
"I couldnt help but see you cry, do wanna tell me whats wrong?" the boy asked with a sad face.
"I would rather not talk about it," Katherine said.
"K, well I can tell you're new here," the boy laughed.
"I get that a lot," Katherine giggled.
"So whats up with the outfit, you no the firly flowers and shit?" he asked kinda confused.
"My mom's idea."
"Well maybe I'll see you around," the boy smiled and turned around and started to walk away.
"Yay! Wait," she yelled.
"What?" The boy turned around.
"Well I didnt catch your name," she told him.
"Billie well... Billie Joe and you?," Billie said.
"Katherine just plain old Katherine," she smiled.
"Sweet see yeah later," and Billie walked away.
When Katherine was walking home all she could do was think of Billie Joe, she didnt know that much about him but she really wanted to bump into him again. The only thing that bothered her was the fact he had a lighter. She hated guys that smoked, but she seemed to love Billie. When she finally got home, Katherine's mother was so exicted to hear about her first day but Katherine said she didnt really wanna talk about it. She went upstairs and had a shower.
After Katherine went into her room and wrote in her infamous journal. This is what it said:
*Journal*
Today really sucked. New school, new home, new life, well it was supposed to be a fairy tale but it's not. I almost got my ass kicked by some gangster poser prep. But it got a little better, I met Billie. I dont really know him yet but I really wanna. This whole getting beat up and the lighter seems like a sign, maybe its meant to be, but here's my question: Is this love or lust?
*End of journal*
The only reason Katherine had a journal was because it was a great way for her to write songs even though Katherine didn't know how to play guitar, she had a love for writing. "Katherine dinner," her mom called.
"Thanks! wouldn't want anyone to find that," he smiled.
"Yeah," Katherine said wiping her tears.
"I couldnt help but see you cry, do wanna tell me whats wrong?" the boy asked with a sad face.
"I would rather not talk about it," Katherine said.
"K, well I can tell you're new here," the boy laughed.
"I get that a lot," Katherine giggled.
"So whats up with the outfit, you no the firly flowers and shit?" he asked kinda confused.
"My mom's idea."
"Well maybe I'll see you around," the boy smiled and turned around and started to walk away.
"Yay! Wait," she yelled.
"What?" The boy turned around.
"Well I didnt catch your name," she told him.
"Billie well... Billie Joe and you?," Billie said.
"Katherine just plain old Katherine," she smiled.
"Sweet see yeah later," and Billie walked away.
When Katherine was walking home all she could do was think of Billie Joe, she didnt know that much about him but she really wanted to bump into him again. The only thing that bothered her was the fact he had a lighter. She hated guys that smoked, but she seemed to love Billie. When she finally got home, Katherine's mother was so exicted to hear about her first day but Katherine said she didnt really wanna talk about it. She went upstairs and had a shower.
After Katherine went into her room and wrote in her infamous journal. This is what it said:
*Journal*
Today really sucked. New school, new home, new life, well it was supposed to be a fairy tale but it's not. I almost got my ass kicked by some gangster poser prep. But it got a little better, I met Billie. I dont really know him yet but I really wanna. This whole getting beat up and the lighter seems like a sign, maybe its meant to be, but here's my question: Is this love or lust?
*End of journal*
The only reason Katherine had a journal was because it was a great way for her to write songs even though Katherine didn't know how to play guitar, she had a love for writing. "Katherine dinner," her mom called.
