Post by lya4c on Oct 7, 2005 17:42:10 GMT -5
This is a work in progress.
Chapter 1
"You get down here right this instant young lady!" my mother screeched from the bottom of the stairs. I didn't move, except to scrunch some hair there, and straighten my shirt here.
"Kathryn Rose Johnson! Come down right this instant or you shall not attend the Spring dance!" my mother shouted. It caught my attention. I scrunched the last bit of hair, my clothes were just right, and the makeup illuminated my face. I slipped my small feet into my shoes and took one last look in the mirror. Picture perfect, I thought.
I clattered down the stairs and saw my mother impatiently waiting by the door. My father was straightening his tie in front of the hall mirror. He turned as I came down the stairs and smiled. My mother forced a smile and ushered us out to the car. I jumped, or rather hopped gracefully, into the backseat. My mother and father assumed their places in the front seat.
Today was my oldest sister, Kassandra's wedding. My older brother, Gregory, was driving the Cutlass. As usual. My mother had forced him to wear his Sunday best, which in my opinion wasn't very snappy. But hey, it was the best a 17-year old guy who just happens to of blood relation to me can offer.
I looked down at my folded hands and modest outfit. Dirty shorts and a tee. Of course, I wasn't going to be wearing this for long. My sister had only the best outfits shipped here from London for us. The dresses were elegant, but hers was the absolute best.
It was long and flowing and utterly exquisite. Small pearls were sewn painstakingly into a beautiful pattern that stretched around the dress. The train was extremely long, and I swear those heels are at least 4 inches high. They're straight out of the Cinderella storybook because they are glass.
My other older sister, Lenzi, was the maid of honor. She was already at the chapel, helping Kassi get ready for the ceremony. I bet Dad had practically begged her to take Emily, the youngest in our family, with her, because she sure wasn't with us. No, it was too quiet.
Soon we arrived at the chapel. It was, in Emily's words, hugemongous. People were filing in slowly, huge grins plastered on their faces. Typical. I was already planning my magnificent entrance. A huge grin spread across my face. My mother and father smiled and said, "We're glad you're so happy about your sister getting married." I rolled my eyes, out of their view of course.
My dad parked the car close to the church and I hopped out. Mom rushed around the side of the car and licked her finger. She wiped something off of my face and I groaned. "Mo-om!" Mom tucked the stray hairs behind my ears, telling me turn around all 360 degrees. I did so while rolling my eyes continuously. I stopped when Mom told me to and she said, "Okay. Go."
I turned and faced the building. I took a step forward, then another, then another. Finally I was at the door, the soles of my old tennis shoes slapping against the concrete parking lot. I coursed through the church, finally ending up at my sister's temporary dressing room for the wedding. I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Lenzi asked. I could tell she had her hands full from her strained voice.
"Kat. Let me in! I need ta get dressed!" I replied. The door swung in and someone pulled me in. It was my grandmother, my Mimi. She babbled softly, pulling me into a slew of words about the wedding. All I could make out was how excited she was. I nodded and Mimi handed me my bridesmaid dress.
I smiled graciously, walking behind a hanging curtain to change. I peeled off my shorts and tee, then pulled the dress over me. I looked down at myself, grinning. I slipped on my shoes, high-heels to be exact. Mimi looked in and grabbed me. I stumbled into the main part of the room. Kassi was standing in front of one of the mirrors, examining herself. She looked somewhat nervous, but very happy.
I crossed the room and stood in front of another mirror. I eyed my dress, covering every square inch of it. It was a soft lavendar color, alternating between lace and silk. I felt utterly beautiful in it. I lifted the dress carefully to glance at my feet. They arched gracefully and the shoes made them look becoming.
Mimi came up behind me and smiled. "You are stunning, Kathryn. Lovely," She guided me to the vanity mirror and I noticed that the countertop was covered with makeup and hair supplies. Mimi pulled my hair gently from the hairband and let it fall about my shoulders.
My hair was fair, moderately long, and very light. All of us Johnsons were blondes. When boys saw me, the first thing they noticed was my hair. Then my face. Then my body. I was beautiful, yes, but what I wanted was someone to look up and see the real me.
Mimi pulled a comb through my hair softly, making it sleek and shiny. She unleashed the curling iron, and ironed little by little. My hair bounced back as soon as I pulled it, and I was pleased.
Out came the makeup. Mimi brushed blush on my cheeks, and curled my long eyelashes with very very light mascara. You could hardly see it, but the effect was just right. Mimi wiped lipgloss softly onto my lips, bringing it back and forth, making the layer thin but practical. She spun me around in the chair and I took a long examination of myself. My eyes stood out, but blended in wonderfully with my complexion. My hair curled about my head, not one hair out of place. I smiled quietly, amazed at what Mimi had done.
I turned back around and stood, hugging Mimi. "Thanks!"
"Oh, no problems, Kathryn. You look stunning!" she gushed.
"It's Kat," I said, holding my smile.
"Right. Kat," Mimi repeated.
Soon I found myself standing at the back of the church with the other bridesmaids and the groomsmen. It was a full house! Friends and family crammed into the pews. Kassi was standing behind us, taking deep, calming breaths. I could tell she was very nervous. I was glad for my sister, but I couldn't wait for this to be over. Soft music played from the pipe organ, and we descended the aisle. People oohed and aah-ed at us. We reached the front of the church and split, standing next to the altar.
Then, the music changed. It was the Wedding March. The doors at the back of the church opened, and everyone turned in their seats. The flower girl, Emily, our little sister, showed up and walked slowly up the aisle, dropping flowers on the red carpet as she had been instructed. Then came Kassi.
Kassi took step by step, slowly, down the aisle. The flowers she was holding were fresh and lovely. Everyone was swelling with pride at the thought that they knew this lucky girl.
The groom, Alex, was standing at the altar already. His eyes watched Kassi. I could tell they were in love, and that they deserved to be together. I just didn't like Alex. He was too perfect. Perfect teeth. Perfect face. Perfect voice. Perfect everything! It disgusts me how perfect that guy is.
Finally Kassi reached the altar and stood by Alex. They looked like a happy couple. I could see the love sparkling in their eyes for each other. They turned to face the preacher and the ceremony began. The church was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. There was no movement, save for the tissues being moved up and down en route to someone's nose. Many people were crying with joy.
I listened intently, and the ceremony seemed to take forever. Eventually, I heard these words: "You may now kiss the bride," and I looked up, my breath taken away. My heart skipped a beat. I saw Alex lean over and Kassi looked up into his eyes. Their noses came closer and closer until finally their lips touched. I stared at them, then looked away. I looked back up in time to see them pull away, a small smile pulling at their lips. Their eyes sparkled and I could see that they were now the happiest couple in the world.
We gathered outside minutes later as a long, sleek limo pulled up. I had to look away because it was so shiny. Alex and Kassi ran out, waved to everyone, and hopped into the limo. They stood up and waved at us from the sunroof. The limo pulled out from the church, and the last view I got of my sister was her eyes stuck on Alex's, and Alex's stuck on hers. I looked away and Greg, my older brother, came up to me.
"Hey, lil' sis! How's about I take you for a trip to, say, the mall?" my brother's eyes sparkled. I could tell he was happy for Kassi and knew that I should be too.
I nodded. "Sure, Greg. Thanks."
"No problem, Kat," he smiled.
I smiled back and walked into the church. Mimi helped me get undressed, then dressed again, and sent me off with a kiss and a hug.
I clattered outside and saw my parents and Emily pulling out. Greg waved at me and I climbed into the front seat of the Cutlass. I pulled my seat belt on and snapped it. He started the engine, and the wheels rolled, getting faster.
I took one last glance at the church. Wedding decorations were strewn all over, making it look like a palace. Then, Greg and I drove away, away to the real world.
Chapter 1
"You get down here right this instant young lady!" my mother screeched from the bottom of the stairs. I didn't move, except to scrunch some hair there, and straighten my shirt here.
"Kathryn Rose Johnson! Come down right this instant or you shall not attend the Spring dance!" my mother shouted. It caught my attention. I scrunched the last bit of hair, my clothes were just right, and the makeup illuminated my face. I slipped my small feet into my shoes and took one last look in the mirror. Picture perfect, I thought.
I clattered down the stairs and saw my mother impatiently waiting by the door. My father was straightening his tie in front of the hall mirror. He turned as I came down the stairs and smiled. My mother forced a smile and ushered us out to the car. I jumped, or rather hopped gracefully, into the backseat. My mother and father assumed their places in the front seat.
Today was my oldest sister, Kassandra's wedding. My older brother, Gregory, was driving the Cutlass. As usual. My mother had forced him to wear his Sunday best, which in my opinion wasn't very snappy. But hey, it was the best a 17-year old guy who just happens to of blood relation to me can offer.
I looked down at my folded hands and modest outfit. Dirty shorts and a tee. Of course, I wasn't going to be wearing this for long. My sister had only the best outfits shipped here from London for us. The dresses were elegant, but hers was the absolute best.
It was long and flowing and utterly exquisite. Small pearls were sewn painstakingly into a beautiful pattern that stretched around the dress. The train was extremely long, and I swear those heels are at least 4 inches high. They're straight out of the Cinderella storybook because they are glass.
My other older sister, Lenzi, was the maid of honor. She was already at the chapel, helping Kassi get ready for the ceremony. I bet Dad had practically begged her to take Emily, the youngest in our family, with her, because she sure wasn't with us. No, it was too quiet.
Soon we arrived at the chapel. It was, in Emily's words, hugemongous. People were filing in slowly, huge grins plastered on their faces. Typical. I was already planning my magnificent entrance. A huge grin spread across my face. My mother and father smiled and said, "We're glad you're so happy about your sister getting married." I rolled my eyes, out of their view of course.
My dad parked the car close to the church and I hopped out. Mom rushed around the side of the car and licked her finger. She wiped something off of my face and I groaned. "Mo-om!" Mom tucked the stray hairs behind my ears, telling me turn around all 360 degrees. I did so while rolling my eyes continuously. I stopped when Mom told me to and she said, "Okay. Go."
I turned and faced the building. I took a step forward, then another, then another. Finally I was at the door, the soles of my old tennis shoes slapping against the concrete parking lot. I coursed through the church, finally ending up at my sister's temporary dressing room for the wedding. I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Lenzi asked. I could tell she had her hands full from her strained voice.
"Kat. Let me in! I need ta get dressed!" I replied. The door swung in and someone pulled me in. It was my grandmother, my Mimi. She babbled softly, pulling me into a slew of words about the wedding. All I could make out was how excited she was. I nodded and Mimi handed me my bridesmaid dress.
I smiled graciously, walking behind a hanging curtain to change. I peeled off my shorts and tee, then pulled the dress over me. I looked down at myself, grinning. I slipped on my shoes, high-heels to be exact. Mimi looked in and grabbed me. I stumbled into the main part of the room. Kassi was standing in front of one of the mirrors, examining herself. She looked somewhat nervous, but very happy.
I crossed the room and stood in front of another mirror. I eyed my dress, covering every square inch of it. It was a soft lavendar color, alternating between lace and silk. I felt utterly beautiful in it. I lifted the dress carefully to glance at my feet. They arched gracefully and the shoes made them look becoming.
Mimi came up behind me and smiled. "You are stunning, Kathryn. Lovely," She guided me to the vanity mirror and I noticed that the countertop was covered with makeup and hair supplies. Mimi pulled my hair gently from the hairband and let it fall about my shoulders.
My hair was fair, moderately long, and very light. All of us Johnsons were blondes. When boys saw me, the first thing they noticed was my hair. Then my face. Then my body. I was beautiful, yes, but what I wanted was someone to look up and see the real me.
Mimi pulled a comb through my hair softly, making it sleek and shiny. She unleashed the curling iron, and ironed little by little. My hair bounced back as soon as I pulled it, and I was pleased.
Out came the makeup. Mimi brushed blush on my cheeks, and curled my long eyelashes with very very light mascara. You could hardly see it, but the effect was just right. Mimi wiped lipgloss softly onto my lips, bringing it back and forth, making the layer thin but practical. She spun me around in the chair and I took a long examination of myself. My eyes stood out, but blended in wonderfully with my complexion. My hair curled about my head, not one hair out of place. I smiled quietly, amazed at what Mimi had done.
I turned back around and stood, hugging Mimi. "Thanks!"
"Oh, no problems, Kathryn. You look stunning!" she gushed.
"It's Kat," I said, holding my smile.
"Right. Kat," Mimi repeated.
Soon I found myself standing at the back of the church with the other bridesmaids and the groomsmen. It was a full house! Friends and family crammed into the pews. Kassi was standing behind us, taking deep, calming breaths. I could tell she was very nervous. I was glad for my sister, but I couldn't wait for this to be over. Soft music played from the pipe organ, and we descended the aisle. People oohed and aah-ed at us. We reached the front of the church and split, standing next to the altar.
Then, the music changed. It was the Wedding March. The doors at the back of the church opened, and everyone turned in their seats. The flower girl, Emily, our little sister, showed up and walked slowly up the aisle, dropping flowers on the red carpet as she had been instructed. Then came Kassi.
Kassi took step by step, slowly, down the aisle. The flowers she was holding were fresh and lovely. Everyone was swelling with pride at the thought that they knew this lucky girl.
The groom, Alex, was standing at the altar already. His eyes watched Kassi. I could tell they were in love, and that they deserved to be together. I just didn't like Alex. He was too perfect. Perfect teeth. Perfect face. Perfect voice. Perfect everything! It disgusts me how perfect that guy is.
Finally Kassi reached the altar and stood by Alex. They looked like a happy couple. I could see the love sparkling in their eyes for each other. They turned to face the preacher and the ceremony began. The church was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. There was no movement, save for the tissues being moved up and down en route to someone's nose. Many people were crying with joy.
I listened intently, and the ceremony seemed to take forever. Eventually, I heard these words: "You may now kiss the bride," and I looked up, my breath taken away. My heart skipped a beat. I saw Alex lean over and Kassi looked up into his eyes. Their noses came closer and closer until finally their lips touched. I stared at them, then looked away. I looked back up in time to see them pull away, a small smile pulling at their lips. Their eyes sparkled and I could see that they were now the happiest couple in the world.
We gathered outside minutes later as a long, sleek limo pulled up. I had to look away because it was so shiny. Alex and Kassi ran out, waved to everyone, and hopped into the limo. They stood up and waved at us from the sunroof. The limo pulled out from the church, and the last view I got of my sister was her eyes stuck on Alex's, and Alex's stuck on hers. I looked away and Greg, my older brother, came up to me.
"Hey, lil' sis! How's about I take you for a trip to, say, the mall?" my brother's eyes sparkled. I could tell he was happy for Kassi and knew that I should be too.
I nodded. "Sure, Greg. Thanks."
"No problem, Kat," he smiled.
I smiled back and walked into the church. Mimi helped me get undressed, then dressed again, and sent me off with a kiss and a hug.
I clattered outside and saw my parents and Emily pulling out. Greg waved at me and I climbed into the front seat of the Cutlass. I pulled my seat belt on and snapped it. He started the engine, and the wheels rolled, getting faster.
I took one last glance at the church. Wedding decorations were strewn all over, making it look like a palace. Then, Greg and I drove away, away to the real world.