Similarly to almost every average seventeen year old in the world, Kara hated Monday mornings. Specifically because it meant school was back and the weekend ended too quickly.
Unfortunately like any other good student, she knew she had to get up and get ready for school. Her grades weren't going remain as As by themself.
Kara was really smart. A rather exceptional student to be quite honest. There was a point in her life where she believed the only way to get rich was through a really sound education. So she was a big nerd in her younger days. Now she didn't care as much.
She was still at the top of her classes, but the effort to be was dwindling as classes passed.
Monday mornings was definitely one of the worst days for Kara.
It meant starting a new school week at one of the crappiest schools that was ever built. Crappy by Kara's standards. Her high school had offered a variety of classes and had great teachers but there was a major problem.
Teenagers.
She had learn that avoiding some of the most brainless but brawny humans known as males, who thought that the school was their playground would help make the days more bearable.
Also, avoiding the over dressed for school and extremely annoying humans who were supposed to be known as females.
The person who she tried to avoid most of all for both their sakes was her self proclaimed nemesis Rachel DuPont.
Rachel and Kara's hatred for each other was fueled by lies and deceit on both parts. Something terrible had happen to Rachel and it was undoubtedly Kara's fault.
Kara was not afraid of Rachel but Rachel was of her. Even through her tough facade, Kara knew Rachel could be broken at any minute.
That didn't stop Rachel from behaving as if she was God.
Rachel was a typical popular and rich brat. Unlike Kara, Rachel was every guys' dream. Not only did she had blonde hair but the most enchanting blue eyes and though flat with no curves, a really beautiful body.
She was idolized as a model by the other girls and every one of them wanted to be her while all the males wanted her.
On a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, of why Kara hated Mondays, Rachel was ten plus.
Kara sighed heavily. It was time to start the day.
Kara's brown curly hair fell loosely on a fine face. Expressive gray eyes, set elegantly within their socket squinted to adjust to the light entering from the bedroom window. Her thick eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were pressed in a straight line. Kara rubbed her smooth, caramel skin which complimented her eyes and hair.
She opened her eyes and kicked around in her bed. She knew this day was going to suck no matter what so she could just face the inevitable. Rolling out of bed and kneeling to the side to pray, Kara hesitated as she tried to find something good to pray about.
Kara was what most considered a good girl or goody two shoes.
She had to be.
Growing up on the concept, good things come to persons that wait, she prayed for patience. Yet her outlook on life tended to be quite pragmatic.
"Lord," she started. "Thank you for allowing me to awaken this morning and thank you for all your wonderful blessings. Lord give me the strength to be patient and understanding. And forgive me for taking that last piece of chicken, I really wanted it."
That was Kara. Sweet, innocent Kara as most people thought. Most people were wrong though.
Kara got up and walked downstairs slowly. Everything seemed familiarly quiet as she sighed again and walked to the refrigerator with an expecting smile on her face.
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Kara
Teen Fiction"Kara, are you coming or not?" His voice was more stern and aggresive. She hated when he got like that. He acted as if he owned her. Kara took one last glance at Siul and then looked up at Jordan. "Yeah. I guess I am." ...
