Kaitlyn Fairchild- Prompts #16
Title: Bad Reputation
Rating: PG
Word count: Dunno... typing this in the "post an entry" box- but lots!
Series: Dark Visions
Claim: Kaitlyn Fairchild
Prompt: #16- Fight
Summary: Don't give a damn about my bad reputation... Not so much about any actual fights as the fall-out from fighting while in school. Even when the fight's not your fault.
Notes: So, I think the number of reviews I've received on my Kaitlyn drabbles has been between 0 and 5, for all 15 so far. Not that I'm begging. Just pointing it out (says the least active reviewer of all time).
By the time she left elementary school, Kaitlyn new most of the office staff personally. She had memorized every inch of the green vinyl chair she sat in while waiting for the principal to call her into the main office- everything from the faded armrests (the right one had some nasty words written on it. Obviously someone had tried to scour them off, but the gist of the profanity was easily gleaned from the faint remnants of ink) to the tear in the seat where the pine green, impossibly shiny vinyl gave way first to its white underside and then to masses of wispy white stuffing. She sat there an awful lot, even though the supposed victims of her "bad attitude" never had to. They had asserted that Kait was the bully, and that was enough for the principal, a pudgy woman who never even had the decency to even once accept that "they started it."
By the time middle school was finished, the office staff was beginning to be as annoyed by Kaitlyn's frequent visits as Kait was herself. They whispered about her while she sat there, apparently oblivious to the fact that their whispers weren't all that quiet. It was in the middle school office that Kaitlyn stopped worrying about what was going to happen once the principal opened the door and started becoming defensive right off the bat. If people were determined to believe she had an attitude problem, she might as well give them what they wanted.
The Thoroughfare High School mascot, a Trojan, had been painted on the white cinderblock wall opposite the chair outside the principal's office. And it had been painted badly. Not the most endearing figure to begin with (unless you were a cheerleader, Kait surmised), the mural of Tiny the Trojan seemed to shorten the cartoon's already stumpy neck, and the texture of the cinderblock made the mascot's eyes seem to cross. By the time Joyce came to save her, Kaitlyn had spent enough time outside the principal's office that she knew every brush stroke in the monstrosity, every chipped and cracked bit of paint.
On the plane, Kaitlyn thought vaguely about the portrait and knew that if she ever saw a Trojan again, it would be too soon.
Upon landing in LA, Kaitlyn's heart sank. Football was not that big a deal in California, but it was big enough to be an annoyance.
Goddamn the USC Trojans.
Rating: PG
Word count: Dunno... typing this in the "post an entry" box- but lots!
Series: Dark Visions
Claim: Kaitlyn Fairchild
Prompt: #16- Fight
Summary: Don't give a damn about my bad reputation... Not so much about any actual fights as the fall-out from fighting while in school. Even when the fight's not your fault.
Notes: So, I think the number of reviews I've received on my Kaitlyn drabbles has been between 0 and 5, for all 15 so far. Not that I'm begging. Just pointing it out (says the least active reviewer of all time).
By the time she left elementary school, Kaitlyn new most of the office staff personally. She had memorized every inch of the green vinyl chair she sat in while waiting for the principal to call her into the main office- everything from the faded armrests (the right one had some nasty words written on it. Obviously someone had tried to scour them off, but the gist of the profanity was easily gleaned from the faint remnants of ink) to the tear in the seat where the pine green, impossibly shiny vinyl gave way first to its white underside and then to masses of wispy white stuffing. She sat there an awful lot, even though the supposed victims of her "bad attitude" never had to. They had asserted that Kait was the bully, and that was enough for the principal, a pudgy woman who never even had the decency to even once accept that "they started it."
By the time middle school was finished, the office staff was beginning to be as annoyed by Kaitlyn's frequent visits as Kait was herself. They whispered about her while she sat there, apparently oblivious to the fact that their whispers weren't all that quiet. It was in the middle school office that Kaitlyn stopped worrying about what was going to happen once the principal opened the door and started becoming defensive right off the bat. If people were determined to believe she had an attitude problem, she might as well give them what they wanted.
The Thoroughfare High School mascot, a Trojan, had been painted on the white cinderblock wall opposite the chair outside the principal's office. And it had been painted badly. Not the most endearing figure to begin with (unless you were a cheerleader, Kait surmised), the mural of Tiny the Trojan seemed to shorten the cartoon's already stumpy neck, and the texture of the cinderblock made the mascot's eyes seem to cross. By the time Joyce came to save her, Kaitlyn had spent enough time outside the principal's office that she knew every brush stroke in the monstrosity, every chipped and cracked bit of paint.
On the plane, Kaitlyn thought vaguely about the portrait and knew that if she ever saw a Trojan again, it would be too soon.
Upon landing in LA, Kaitlyn's heart sank. Football was not that big a deal in California, but it was big enough to be an annoyance.
Goddamn the USC Trojans.