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Every kid had a talent, a future. That's what the head of Hullbury High
said. But then again, it had been more than a few years since she'd been a
kid, so her idea of "fun" was to sit quietly and knit.
Yet Kitty still clung to the fact that maybe, deep down beneath her shell
of geekishness was a beautiful butterfly that smiled and flirted with all
the guys, laughed and gossiped with the girls. Like Melanie.
Kitty had probably only spoken to Melanie once in her whole time at
Hullbury. It had been when Kitty was rushing to her daily Chess club, her
bags and papers flapping around as she tried to get half way across the
grounds in 22 seconds, and she'd bumped into Mel with a sickening crack.
Kitty's papers had spiralled around in the wind like autumn leaves, but
worst of all one of Melanie's nails had been bent right back and blood was
leaking out onto her school bag.
Yet, considering the big and endless gap between them in the social chain;
Melanie had been Okay about it. Kitty had mumbled a sorry and that was it.
No fuss made; the worse that had happened was that Kitty dropped from the
Chess Team. That was nothing compared to the fact that from that moment
Kitty had been able to say she had spoken to Melanie. Melanie Corset.
Kitty was what the others kids called a "freak". She may have gotten away
with geek, but she was in the bottom set for everything they could be set
for. Kitty didn't mind. In fact, she half agreed with them. Countless days
she just wished to find her talent; that Ms Johnson insisted everyone had.
You see: Pranks were played on Kitty. Once someone had hidden her P.E
shorts. However, trusting to Kitty's luck, Ms Kay had forced her to run
with a jumper tucked around her waist on the Hockey field. Another time
Kitty's books had been mysteriously replaced with porn mags and were found
soon after by one of the teachers. People would hit Kitty on the head with
Dictionary's until she admitted that she was a retard. Yet Kitty took all
this torture with a smile. She forced herself to believe that no matter how
hopeless each day seemed, one day she'd discover a talent. A talent so good
that all the others would be shocked.
It was a typical Thursday for Kitty. It was near the end of English and
Josh and his gang were doing their usual routine. One of them would ask
Kitty out, then the others would pretend to have a go at him for stealing
their girl. In the end Kitty got so fed up that she went over and kissed
Josh right on the lips and said: "Hey babe, I'll make it up to you later."
Of course she knew the rebound of her action would sting like salt on a
wound, but she didn't care.
The ripple effect started by the whole class just staring numbly at Kitty
and Josh. Kitty just wished that she had a pin to burst the silence, but
then a single mocking laughter echoed through the quiet.
Kitty just glared at them all. It wasn't often she got so mad; but today
she was fuming.
Kitty could see solutions to this humiliation flicker across Josh's pink
face. In the end, he scrubbed hastily on his cheek and pretended he had
rabies or something. Kitty sighed. She knew it'd be over soon; tomorrow
they'd discover some new torture to prod her life with, but for now she'd
have to cope.
The class gushed out into the hallway and Kitty was swept away into the
hustle of the end of the day. English was on the top floor so all Kitty had
to concentrate on was jumping down the stairs as quick as she could. Josh's
gang had other ideas, however.
It was Barry who first grabbed Kitty's bag, yanking her back up the stairs
and shoving her against the big glass window overlooking the school.
"You think you're funny? Hey? Hey? Kissing other girls guys? Well, wait
'til Mel finds out." Kitty was about to mumble an apology when Simon kicked
her and grabbed her mouth in between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oooh! Kissy, kissy! Watch out Barry; don't insult Kitty: she might give
you a smoochey!" Kitty desperately clawed at Barry and Simon's arms, but
they had her pinned firmly against the glass.
For a second their heads turned as the rest of the classes poured out. Of
course, in the time it took them to get out and onto the stairs, they had
already heard. Among them was Melanie.
"Oooh! Catfight! Catfight!" The boys finally loosened their grip to leave a
circle in the slim space big enough for Melanie to glide through and face
Kitty. A single tear slithered down Kitty's face and splashed silently onto
The next few moments went in agonisingly slow motion. Melanie raised her
hand to slap Kitty when the crowd pushed in from all sides, screeching and
cat calling, yelling and hollering, shoving and prodding. All it took was a
few seconds. Melanie's slap gave Kitty the final push she needed. The
window cracked. However, amongst all the noise no-one heard. So the window
splintered. It was too late by the time the heart stopping noise reached
everyone. Kitty felt her back slamming down, down. The world spun crazily
above her. She turned to see the grey concrete reeling her in. She pulled
her lids over her eyes and opened her mouth to scream. However by the time
the sound reached the air around her, her body had packed itself into the
ground. Concrete smashed. A few kids sped down the stairs and flew out the
doors to see Kitty's body buried in a mixture of concrete and glass
splinters with her blood seeping out from underneath and decorating the
whole scene. One brave soul raced over to feel her pulse. But both Kitty's
wrists had been lost among the mixed ruins of her body. A Grey lump coated
by white bone shaped like jigsaw pieces, stuck out near the top of the
bloody mess. Kitty Lineal was no more. Or so it appeared.