Le Random Plot

  This is the last time anybody will ever know of me, so read carefully. Don’t worry; I’m not going to die! The thing is, I’m running away (more like going back home). I need someone to remember who I am and keep my secret and you sadly have this burden on your shoulders. Are you complaining? Well boo-hoo for you! You can stop reading and give to somebody else…..

  You’re still reading? Am I really that captivating? Or are you just super board that you’re jobless enough to read this? Whatever it is your still reading, and that’s what counts. Sorry if I hurt your feelings (yeah right). Oh shut up! No, no, not you. It’s my annoying brother who has a compulsive need to give stupid comments for every little word I say. Anyway, what you’re going to read is every little detail about ME. Well what did ya expect? This is not a story. People would generally call this a character sketch, and this the best one ever created. Ever. But it could also be considered a suicide note, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, let’s move on shall we?

  My name is Katrina Arasov, but people call me Kathy. I’m Russian. I’m also the first first-born of a no-longer single mother. It’s gotten me to a really dark place, so you not want to mess with me. Anyway, I’m a redhead with violet eyes, which is a disgusting combination of colors. Lucky for me, me eyes look blue from far away. Besides my eyes and my hair, nothing really catches your eye. I have a small nose and my lips are neither thick nor thin. My face is oval in shape. My skin is very, very slightly tanned. People say I’m pretty. Yeah right!

  I do have a scar on my face. I got it from acting like Tarzan on the jungle gym from when I was little. Just lost my grip and fell on my face. I got seven stitches, and get this; I was seven! I didn’t cry, but everyone else made a huge fuss about it. That was when I started to hate attention directed towards me from unknown and old people. Besides that, I have no birthmarks. My skin is as clean as a slate.

  My personality is very mysterious. Just kidding. I’m a girlie tomboy, and I have no idea what that means. Maybe you do? Anyway, I like a minimal amount of items. That minimal amount includes chocolate, music, movies, India and dancing with nobody around.

  I was born in Russia but brought up in America. I’m still Russian, and it doesn’t really make a difference. My dad is an unknown person, but he is definitely Russian. I’m the result of a one night stand. My brother is also here today for the same reason. He is Russian too. I also have a little sister, Kathryn. She is a love-child, and the one in the middle, and unlike us, she is American.

  I only feel comfortable around people I know really well. I’m mostly around my brother, Kirill, but he ignores me all the time. So I have a best friend. Her name is Natasha. She is the exact opposite of me, and yet I love her like she’s my sister. We are inseparable. I go wherever she goes and vice versa. But now she’s dead. Dead because she thought I wouldn’t care if she gave up her life. I will see her again, in heaven of course. Right now, I’m figuring how to reach there. After I do, I am going to scream my head off and shout at her and eventually start crying because I still get to see her. Until then, I have to figure out how to live life without her to lean on.

  I’m 16 right now, and my mom thinks it’s the perfect age for me to get pregnant and put the household in poverty. I’ve never even been asked out for god’s sake mom (except for this one time when a guy asked me out on a dare)! All the attention used to go in Natasha’s favor, giving me space to chill back and watch another one of her epic love sagas and call the guy she said she ‘loved’ a backstabbing idiot. Sure, I have liked my share of guys, just like any other girl, but I’m too insecure to ever consider going out on a date. The closest I have been to guys till today is them as my best buddies. I think I’ve put every guy I’ve ever known into the bro-zone and they me.

  What else... I’m super intelligent and graduated out of school two years early, only my mom said no to college. Once I reach my destination, I’m soo getting a scholarship. By the way, my brother’s running away with me. Our step-father is very cruel to us because we’re not his kids. As much as we love our mom, and our little sister, his brutality has officially crossed the line. I’ll get a job, and so will Kirill, and we’ll get an apartment that we can afford. It’s the perfect plan for running away.

  You think I have another reason to running away? Oh, right. “I’m running away (more like going back home).” Okay, I’ll tell you. We’re going back to Russia. Out of an odd number of random events recently, we got to know that I and Kirill have the same dad. And our mother knew our dad, so we couldn’t possibly be the reason for a one night stand. We know how he looks as we found a picture of him but we don’t know his name.

  I’ll think it’s time I introduce my mother to you. Her name is Irina Chaykovsky. She didn’t change her name after she got married to our step father. Notice how our last names don’t match? Another reason for us leaving to Russia. We’re starting with the capital, Saint Petersburg.

  And we will find him.

  Did I mention my step-father’s in the Mafia? So, if you're really reading this, then you're in some deep shit. And now that you know so much, you have to keep reading.

  I'm changing my last name to Ivashkov. Meaning even my brother is. So now we’ll be Katrina and Kirill Ivashkov. So don’t tell anyone.

  What else? (Tell them how we’re escaping this god-forsaken country!) Kirill! That’s a mean thing to say. BTW, a guy from the mafia is helping us because he likes us.

  I guess that’s all. Good bye dear reader, and I hope I haven’t completely ruined your life.

  Bye!!