Post by <Insert creative name here> on Aug 25, 2005 19:05:26 GMT -5
Kat of Willow's Hollow sat on the dirt floor of the bedroom she shared with her brothers. She was about four years old, and was wearing a dirty oversized tunic that belonged to her brother.
All she ever got was hand-me-downs. Her family was poor. It wasn't their fault they couldn't afford things.
She sat there silently playing with one of Marek's pocket knives, carving pictures into the floor. She was perfectly content drawing flowers until...
"Katrina!" Marek screamed, bursting into the room, "What are you doing with my knife?!"
"Yeaahh Katrina. What are you doing with his knife?" her other brother said.
"Shut up, it's not like MY name is Beauregard... Like YOU," little Kat snapped in a squeaky voice.
Beau glared at her, then sat on his bed, pouting because he was, once again, outsmarted by his little sister.
"So..." Marek said, "Whaddarya doing with my knife?"
"It's not like you don't have mores..." Kat said, eyes drifting back down to her drawings.
"Well, you're a little girl. It's dangerous for you to be playing with sharp objects," Marek commented.
"I don't care. I'm gonna be betters than you someday. I wanna be a knight."
Marek and Beau laughed. "You can't be a knight!" Beau said, "You're a girl!"
Kat got angry. She hated it when her brother's picked on her. She was only four, why couldn't her nine year old brothers do what ever nine year old boys do?
Well, my name's STILL not Beauregard! Kat said in her head.
Beau's eyes got wide, "Did you hear that?" he asked Marek.
"Hear what?" Marek said.
"Kat just said something"
"No she didn't Beau..."
They both screamed, as boys sometimes do, and ran out of the room.
"Wow, that was cool," Kat said quietly to herself.
She had no idea about her powers until that day. Little did she know she was different... that she was destined to become someone great.
But they still have a death wish... she thought.
All she ever got was hand-me-downs. Her family was poor. It wasn't their fault they couldn't afford things.
She sat there silently playing with one of Marek's pocket knives, carving pictures into the floor. She was perfectly content drawing flowers until...
"Katrina!" Marek screamed, bursting into the room, "What are you doing with my knife?!"
"Yeaahh Katrina. What are you doing with his knife?" her other brother said.
"Shut up, it's not like MY name is Beauregard... Like YOU," little Kat snapped in a squeaky voice.
Beau glared at her, then sat on his bed, pouting because he was, once again, outsmarted by his little sister.
"So..." Marek said, "Whaddarya doing with my knife?"
"It's not like you don't have mores..." Kat said, eyes drifting back down to her drawings.
"Well, you're a little girl. It's dangerous for you to be playing with sharp objects," Marek commented.
"I don't care. I'm gonna be betters than you someday. I wanna be a knight."
Marek and Beau laughed. "You can't be a knight!" Beau said, "You're a girl!"
Kat got angry. She hated it when her brother's picked on her. She was only four, why couldn't her nine year old brothers do what ever nine year old boys do?
Well, my name's STILL not Beauregard! Kat said in her head.
Beau's eyes got wide, "Did you hear that?" he asked Marek.
"Hear what?" Marek said.
"Kat just said something"
"No she didn't Beau..."
They both screamed, as boys sometimes do, and ran out of the room.
"Wow, that was cool," Kat said quietly to herself.
She had no idea about her powers until that day. Little did she know she was different... that she was destined to become someone great.
But they still have a death wish... she thought.
