A Little Confused~ The Kat White Legacy (Chapter 10!!)
Medagic:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Introduction
She awoke with a start, jerking up from where lay on the soft, dewy grass. Images of her nightmare flashed through her mind for only a second before they vanished. Her heart still racing, she looked around. There was mostly just grass, with one tree a little way away from where she lay. The sun's first rays were poking above the horizon.
She stood up, holding her head as she did so; it hurt immensely. Swaying slightly, she looked around again. A little while away, she saw houses, buildings. Seeing them rose a question to her mind: Where was she? She recognized nothing. She remembered nothing from before she woke up. Maybe she wasn't anything before she woke up? Perhaps, she thought, someone over near the houses will tell me where I am.
Medagic:
No pictures for this- my computer went all wonky and I haven't a clue where they are!
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Chapter One
She stepped into the town about two hours after leaving the place where she woke. A few early-risers were walking amongst the shops that were just opening.
Walking up to a man with blonde hair and a long nose, she took his took his hand and shook it. "Hi. Do you know where I am?" she asked immediately.
"Um..." the man stammered, surprised by the sudden question. "You're in Redleaf Valley," he manged to answer.
"Really? I've never heard of it," she thought aloud. Turning on her heel, she left the man confused in her wake.
She wandered until finally stepping into a store that carried furniture. Many comfortable-looking chairs were sitting by the door she came in through. She sat down in one, not entirely sure what to do now that she knew where she was.
"Excuse me, Miss," an old man with thick-rimmed glasses addressed her. "Can I help you?"
"No I don't think so."
"Well, you'll have to buy something or leave. This is not some young peoples' lounge!"
"Oh... Buy?"
"Yes," he responded exasperatedly. He held a simoleon in front of her face. "With these." She smiled.
"I think I have those!" Out of her pocket she withdrew several bills. The shopkeepers eyes widened. He snatched the money from her and started counting. When he raised his head, his gray eyes were still wide with disbelief.
"You have 3,600 simoleons here. Now what would a young lady like you be doing with so much money in her pocket?"
She furrowed her brow. She had to try to remember something again. "I'm not sure..." Twisting her hair she continued, "And I don't even know what they are. Are they simoleons or money?" Frowning, she continued to twist her hair nervously.
The man stared at her in disbelief. Since she continued to frown he answered, "Both." He then explained the connection of money (or simoleons) and buying.
Understanding more clearly now, she rocked back and forth excitedly. "I wanna buy something!" she exclaimed. "It'll be fun!"
...
She purchased two chairs, a table, a bed, and three counters, all of which would be delivered to the field where she woke up. At the register when the man was ringing her up, he commented, "I hadn't noticed until now, but, my! What peculiar eyes you have!"
"Really?" She cocked her head to one side. "How so?"
"A very odd color..."
"Oh! What color are they?"
He stared at her, dumbfounded. "You're not familiar with your own eye color?"
"Hm...I don't think so." He eyed her suspiciously before handing her a mirror.
"They're purple," he said as she admired herself. "Actually... Have we met before?" He squinted at her.
"Not that I know of."
"Well you seem awfully familiar is all," he murmured as she turned to leave his store.
Stepping outside, she blinked at the now high sun. Many more people were bustling about the town than before. She was so in awe of the whole scene, she didn't notice a man running down the sidewalk until she bumped into him. He stumbled back a bit, while she dropped to the ground.
"Geez, I'm sorry. Here," he said reaching out his hand to her. She took it. "Wow," he breathed as she rose to face him. "You have beautiful eyes." She blushed.
"You think so?"
"Yeah," he murmured as if in a trance for a moment. He cleared his throat and stretched out his hand. "I'm Henry." They shook hands.
'Hi," she simply replied. He laughed.
"And your name is...?" She frowned.
"I don't think I've ever been asked that before. I'm not sure I have a name."
"You have to be pulling my leg," he laughed. She lifted up her hands, looking even more confused.
"I'm not even touching your leg!" She sighed. "I suppose I could give myself a name." She looked around. She saw a sign reading, "Kat's Flowers." A white flower was painted next to the words.
"My name is... Kat White."
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steelguy:
Interesting twist to the legacy thing. Amnesia?
Cool, could just work. Hope you fix your pictures prob. ;)
Medagic:
Chapter 2
Kat looked about her new home. It wasn't anything like the buildings in town, but it was home; it was hers. She pulled out what was left of her money. There wasn't a lot left, but it would get her by.
Henry had been very nice to her the day before. He walked her home and explained some basic things to her. Kat still didn't really understand taxes. Why did she have to give away her money if it was hers? Whether she understood it or not, she would pay them because Henry told her to.
He had also told her to find a "job." That way she could earn money. Apparently, she could find one in the newspaper.
Just as Kat was scanning the paper, it started to drizzle. Tiny drops of rain fell onto her and the newspaper. Soon the rain fell faster and harder. The words on the paper ran; the ink stained her fingers.
Kat looked up at the sky. The rain was sinking into her clothes, making her cold.
Suddenly, there was a flash and a bolt of lightning struck the ground near her. A loud crack of thunder followed. Kat screamed and ran.
In her panic, she slipped and fell face flat in the mud.
She sat up, tears welling in her eyes. Where was Henry now? There was another flash.
A bolt of lightning shot at her tree, missing it by inches. Kat whimpered and started crying. She wanted the storm to stop. She wanted Henry to be there to help her. He was so wise and calm. Then she started to cry at her altogether pathetic-ness.
Kat cringed when more thunder boomed over her head. Careful not to slip again, she shuffled to her bed, under the ledge of roof. There she put her head in her hands and cried.
...
The next morning Kat showered and cleaned her clothes. It had rained all through the night and stopped just before dawn.
The day was going well, Kat had found a high-paying job as a security guard. All she had to do was watch monitors and make sure nothing bad happened. She was going to start tomorrow.
Kat had also been brushing up on her cooking skills.
After an altogether good, yet somewhat monotonous day, Kat hovered around her phone, a slip of paper in her hand. She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the paper: Henry's number.
"Hello?" answered Henry's sweet voice.
"Hi Henry. It's Kat."
"Hey! I was worried about you!"
She clutched the phone. "You were?"
"Yeah. The storm last night was pretty intense."
"Yes...It definitely was." Kat told him her experience with the storm, tactfully leaving out the part where she cried her eyes out.
Henry gave a small laugh. "Wait until it hails. Now that's bad!"
For the next hour they chatted, talking about whatever came to mind. Kat asked questions, and Henry answered them all.
"Thanks, Henry," Kat breathed.
"For what?"
"Just for talking. Good night."
"Night, Kat."
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steelguy:
Awww.... Cute moments!
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