Intro

I'd like to be able to truthfully say that I go through life like any normal person, but I can't. The reason behind that is that I'm not a normal person; I'm probably the craziest, most eccentric person you'll ever meet.

Katie Jones is my name, and freaking people out is my game. The moniker that's been coined for me at our school is 'Katie the Crazy', and lemme tell you, I live up to my name perfectly.

The reason I'm so aptly nicknamed that is because of an unfortunate incident that happened last year between me and Melissa Crowley. Melissa, head cheerleader and head idiot of our school, decided to come along one day and randomly tell me exactly what she thought of me; which was crazy, insane, and attention seeking. I didn't mind hearing the first two descriptions of me; they're somewhat true.

…But attention seeking? Pfft. Speak for yourself.

Personally, I think anyone who'd willingly wear a skirt so short it needs matching underwear is an attention seeker. Oh, and let's not forget that these people do mid-air splits, high kicks, and other movements that require them to show off their legs.

Is that not attention seeking?

But I digress. (I tend to do that)

In my opinion, what I did in retaliation to her outburst was a smart idea - at the time - but evidently it wasn’t. What did I do? I unscrupulously accidentally-on-purpose spit my gum out on Melissa's scalp. However, my gum was the super-sticky kind of gum – the kind of gum you can only get by bribery. The kind of gum that doesn't get out or off anything no matter what. The kind of gum that made her shave off all her hair.

Apart from the obvious, why was what I did such a bad idea, you ask? Because it got me suspended for a week and Melissa had to go bald for 'bout a month. Trust me on this, a bald cheerleader who just happens to be mad at you because it's your fault she's bald?

…Yeah, not pretty.

From that day onwards, ladies and gents, I've been known as Katie the Crazy. Now, you might think that being as, "mean," as I am (I use quotation marks because I was acting in self defense), I don't have any friends.

Believe it or not, you're wrong. I do have friends.

…They may be only two, but they're still friends.

We call ourselves The Destructive Three, for reason's you'll soon find out.

There's me, the unnaturally tall redhead with a temper that occasionally shows itself, a sick sense of humor, and the ability to charm anyone into doing anything I want. The latter talent comes in handy when we go on our monthly escapades, which you'll find more about later.

The second in our little tight-knit group is Josh, a hottie if there ever was one, and lord, does that ass know it. His intense blue eyes and lean body make girls fawn over him, and since he's a guy, he doesn't mind a bit.

Ugh, gag me.

Thankfully though, he's not the most popular guy on campus, and that's because he's a very twisted, albeit a very hot person.

There's also Adrienne, Addie for short, who's Josh's secret love interest. (He goes on dates and stuff, but I know it's subconsciously to make her jealous – and it never works). Anyway, back to Addie. She's a great poet who's had all her poems published in a book last year, not to mention one of the most beautiful girls I know. Her beauty's more of a classic, more refined one, not a fake cheerleader-y bogus kinda beauty. She's also as incessantly hyper as a monkey on crack and comes up with the stupidest escape routs when we're on our escapades.

Ah, the escapades. You're probably wondering what they are by this point; so I'll tell you. Every month, we make it a point to try and go to one of our local malls and see how long it takes us to get in trouble with the security there. (This is around ten minutes if we're feeling really creative). It usually takes my ability to convince anyone to do anything, Josh's hotness (to flatter the female officers), and Addie's conniving getaways to help us leave without visiting the police station.

It was during one of our monthly adventures that I met Max. We were covered in slime, fake blood, and water from a water fight – yes in the middle of a mall – and we reeked. The guppy I'd placed in Josh's hair was the reason a complete stranger and I began exchanging cheesy pickup lines.

That complete stranger turned out to be Max, the new transfer student at our school.

And to make matters more complicated, my intensely hot childhood best friend-slash-next door neighbor came into the story.

Wondering what happened? I'll tell you…