story

hey colleen!!! i cant wait to read an abundance of katherines, its in my room waiting for me!! so about the story, heres what i have so far.

aria, the cook, walked into the kitchen. "sarah, you cant just stand around in here! get to work!" sarah reached for the already made waffles muttering to herself.
"oh, but johnny can". aria loved johnson. loved him with all her heart, and she about hated sarah as much as she loved johnson. johnson tried to help them get along, but aria was set in her ways.
"johnson, why dont you head on out to breakfast, ill take care of the rest."
"its ok! i really dont mind", johnson said. he knew that leaving sarah and aria alone in the kitchen, full of ovens and knives would be a bad idea. then one of the counsolers walked in.
"aria!" he barked. "these kids need to be eating! finish the waffle yourself!"
"yessir", she muttered as johnson and sarah scurried out. aria countinued to finish the waffles, but faster now. that darn sarah, she just isnt good for johnson. he shouldve had everything ready by the time she got here, but no. sarah was nothing but a distraction.

aria remembered having a friend like that. no good for her, put ideas into her head, ideas she could escape. "not now", she muttered, "finish the waffles".

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sarah sighed with relief as she and johnson made their way into the crowded cafeteria. she hated aria for hating her. "johnson," she asked for the millionth time, "why does aria hate me so much? she loves you!!"
"look, i dont know, i talk to her about it almost all the time and she claims your not good for me. that youll put 'crazy ideas' into my head."
"well i cant stand it!!!"
"i know, i know", johnson said, tring to calm her down. she could feel tears threatening to fall. "hey, hey! dont cry, ill talk to her again."
"im not crying", sarah mumbled.
"ok, ok"... ever since the dreams started she had been so highstrung. getting upset at the smallest things that never used to bother her. she abruptly stopped and sat down, pulilng johnson down with her. she looked at the faces surrounding her. the usual freaks. except for kat. there was something about her, something she liked. a lot.
"hey kat. sam."
"sarah..." johnson warned.
"what?"
"hi patrick", said johnson, exasperated.
"hey!" said sam, always cheerful, despite her unusualness. sam might or might not be a lesbian. she isnt quite sure. "ill know it when i see it", she always says when asked about love.
"hey sarah", patrick said hesitently.
"anyone else hear that really annoying buzzing sound?" sarah asked. "its not you sam, for sure not you kat... i dont know where its coming from!" no reply, other than a stomp on the foot from johnson. its a well known fact that patrick has an insane crush on sarah, even though she hates him. "ouch!!!" sarah screamed dramatically.

sam hid her face. johnson sighed. patrick picked at his waffles. kat said nothing. she did nothing. her face portrayed no emotion. sarah looked around, patted johnson on the head, and procceeded to stuff waffles into her face.

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kat looked up. sarah. was there. she was watching. talking. she tried to open her mouth. it would not respond. sarah said hi. "you should say hi too", she thought. she tried again. her lips, glued shut.

it was fear that kept them together. fear of what she would say. her mom always said if she didnt have anything nice to say, she shouldnt say anything. "hi is nice though", she thought. "but what if she spoke the wrong words? what if she let him talk"? he would not say nice things.

one time he told her to kill. to kill everyone. why would he tell her to do that? "im a nice girl, im a nice girl", she thought to herself.
"take your fork."
"no".
"you will."
"stop."
"do it"
"please!"
"take the fork". she found herself grabbing hold of the fork.
"stop, stop stop!!!" she screamed silently. maybe if she screamed loud enough someone would hear her. sam was looking at her now. she had been talking about something, but kat never really listened.
"do it", he commanded.
"stop, i wont!!"
"you have no choice". she fought with the urge to stab it at sam, sitting next to her.
"sam is my friend."
"you have no friends, you are mine". she plunged the fork into her arm.

should i do another chapter? im on a roll... i like writing as kat, its fun:) you can do all the editing you like, but dont do too much to kat!

hope you like it!