Kaycee Camilla Reese's Story

Kaycee was in the car, having showered and eaten and humongous breakfast, which her lame-o traditional father had insisted on.
She had on her favorite jean vest, with the collar she had custom-trimmed on her own. It held the patches on cheetah printed, and she smoothed down the raised collar as she drove. Underneath that she had on the most comfortable blue cashmere blouse, and she loved the way it nestled into her skin, the softness making her smile.
She stopped the car at a coffee shop, and went in to the delectable smells of caffeine, which of course, she hated to drink, but the smell was amazing.
She went to the register and bought herself a chocolate-chip muffin and a bottle of water. The two were never a popular combination, but she couldn't bear to swallow down a thick hot chocolate.

She got back into her car, and drove to school,her music blaring just enough that it couldn't be heard through the windows.

"Hey baby, will you look my way
I can be you new addiction!"

She sang all the way to school, and when she reached the parking lot, she turned down the volume and put on a mock serious face, giggling inside.

When she parked, she reached into the backseat for her bag, which she had to fumble for, and then exited the car.
She looked up to the massive building that had held her for more than two years.
"Always a pleasure to come back to this purgatory." she said as she smiled wistfully to herself.

When she got to the entrance, people glanced at her, probably only for her shocking red hair, which contrasted with the brunettes and blondes in the hallways.
She saw an obviously fake blonde looking at her and said, "It's all natural sweetie. You should take some tips."
The blonde walked away.
Ha.

She looked up to see some familiar faces.
Mikaela and her followers.
Jake and Indigo, extraordinary surfers.
She heard a crashing sound and saw Ian.
Oh jeez! Not again...

She rushed over to him, but he'd already stood himself up and was talking to Jake.
She went up anyway, and greeted all of them enthusiastically.
"Ian, are you....alright?", she asked, concern lining her voice.

"Well I don't believe anyone could answer the question about how to love a perfect destiny, it has been something contemplated for years," the girl, Violette paused before continuing, "But I think I do believe in perfection, it's just that society has shrugged it off as non existent."

Stephen nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment to think. He thought about his parents and their crowd, but also about his own generation and the many people he had come across. His father certainly believed in perfection, but he was sure that he was reaching out for the wrong kind. As much as he and his father were estranged, it hurt him to see the man that had raised him in the best manner he could fall so hard again and again.

"People have become disillusioned with seeking perfection because, often, people sought the wrong kind of perfection in the past. They had an imperfect vision for what perfection would be like and failed to reach that imperfect vision of perfection. Others, I think, give up too easily on perfection because they do not want to face the hardship and work it would take," he mused as he turned a page in his book.

"What is a clique? I was part of one in my old school, but I didn't consciously make the decision to join one, if you know what I mean."



"Ian, are you....alright?"

Ian sighed. He might have distracted both Indigo and Jacob for a moment with the news he gave them, but Kaycee had been here to see what happened and he could feelt Indigo looking at him expectantly. He shrugged as if it was no big deal and gave the others a small smile.

"I'm alright, thanks. I appreciate it, but I should have known better than to cross paths with a group of cheereleaders. Too many failed government experiments among them," he joked. He sighed slightly.

"I don't mind too much. After high school, it's all downhill for them. That bitch that tripped me will have to use even more chemicals to make herself look pretty, but she'd still look plastic compared to you two," he told Indigo and Kaycee with a grin.

He'd complimented her!
"Ah you are too cute, Ian!" She ruffled his hair, giving him her most generous smile.

Ian believed wholeheartedly in government conspiracies. She knew the government almost never told the truth to the public, or bended it, but could they really hold such power in everyone's lives? And even if the government tested... oh, he was just trying to make a joke.

Wait......
"Are you just complimenting us to transition between subjects?", she asked him, a bit hurt, but also a bit impressed if this was his intention.

She looked over at Indigo. Indigo was always so relaxed, which Kaycee could only accomplish laying down in her room, or at her yoga practices. Indigo didn't need these, instead focusing on surfing and the water, and Kaycee noticed her hair was wet, probably from a morning run. Kaycee also saw she had sandals on her feet, even though she knew she hated shoes.

But c'mon this floor is full of millions of microbes and bacteria! The dress code's doing her a favor.

She looked down to her own feet at her boots, noticing the clasp that had come undone. She reached down to fix it, but it was almost impossible at her angle. All her hair started to hang in front of her face a she contorted herself and had a very funny concentrated look on her face.

Ah, the expense of having fantabulous footwear.

The heel wasn't cooperating, and she felt off-balanced, Still, she reached for the clasp, now going into a resemblance of a Dancer yoga position, which she noticed with dry humour.
Reach, reach!
And then she was down on the floor with a splat, which brought chuckles and giggles from the crowds in the hallway.

She blew hair out of her face, and looked up with a sheepish, radiant smile to her friends around her.

"The floor seems to hold an attraction to all of us today, doesn't it?", and then she laughed along with the people in the hallway.

"Ah you are too cute, Ian!" She ruffled his hair, giving him her most generous smile. Ian couldn't help but blush slightly, but inwardly, he wondered what she meant by cute. Did she mean that his manner was attractive because he was sweet, or did she mean that he was cute in the way a little kid or a little brother would be cute. If the latter was so, then he was going to be even more depressed today.

"Are you just complimenting us to transition between subjects?" Kaycee asked him. She sounded hurt when she said so and he instantly felt bad. He hurriedly spoke.

"No! Not at all! At least, well, yes, that was part of it, but I think you're both really pretty, honestly. You're," he began. Then he watched her reach down for her heel and he felt himself get distracted with the angle she was in before she fell down. He mentally kicked himself and offered her his hand.

"I don't think they're used to you laughing with them," he noted from the way some people shifted uncomfortably and stared at her strangely.

She looked at the people who had laughed at her embarrassing moment who were now shifting uncomfortably and looking at her oddly.

"Why do they get to have all the fun? I don't have to suffer." She replied nonchalantly, finally closing the stupid clasp.

She reached for his hand and pulled herself up, proceeding to wrap her arm around his shoulder dramatically.

"Look at them, Ian", she said as she squished their cheeks together, getting entirely too comfortable with him, but she didn't think anything of it. She was used to Ian, no matter how awkward he was, and she didn't care about invading her friends' personal space. It was actually a very unnerving quality about her, sometimes making her friends feel squeamish.

"They take pleasure from pain, or if they don't, they are conforming to the mindset of taking pleasure from pain."

She looked him straight in the eye. "I was going to say something really deep, but I forgot it." Then, she laughed again and unwrapped herself from him.

She got her bag up from the ground.
"Do you like it?", she motioned to the bag. "I made it myself. These", and she pointed to the waterproof covering over the underlying layer of sequins and fluffy fabric, "were particularly hard to appliqué, especially to make it form this particular pattern while still maintaining the function of water not seeping through....."
She was animated when she spoke. This was what she was most passionate about, her very core.
Fashion design.
Many a night she had stayed up until 4AM to sew,sketch, create new pieces in her diverse collection, which she wore herself, or sold online.
She loved hunching over the machine to the point where she could be diagnosed with scoliosis at a single glance, getting her fingers cut, her ideas melting into the final product.
She then realized it wouldn't really be appreciated here.
"Ah, nevermind I don't think it'd appeal to any of you.....", she said, a bit deflated, smiling a bit sadly.

I really don't think anyone here can appreciate such an art.....
She looked around the halls to the shiny new store-bought clothes, the outfits copied directly from the mannequins at the department store, and the lack of unique print, style, or color.
"Drones.....", she lamented softly.

Only making it a couple of feet from her locker before Aaron along with his group of jocks pulled over the cheerleaders. In most occasions when people tried to wave her over at most she would give them a small wave and keep it moving but for her football jocks she didn't mind being late. She played along with Aaron's flirting she wasn't really interested in the guy but she had to admit she liked the attention besides having someone hit on you was always flattering.

"What is that bitch looking it ?!" Mikaela looked from Aaron to Nicole "Omfg! Nikki it is way to earlier for this shit. What's wrong ?" Mikaela said as Aaron started playing in her hair. "That girl with the bushy ass eyebrows is over there grilling us mad hard. Like damn I know were beautiful but that staring stuff is really creepy." Mikaela laughed when Nicole mentioned the girl's eyebrows as she glanced over at the girl that was looking in their direction with a raised brow. They were cheerleaders which meant there was always someone looking at them for one reason or the next.

"Do you even know who she is? Her name? Her clique? Anything?," the girls all looked around at each other than at the guys before looking back at Mikaela with shaking heads and shrugging shoulders. "Then that makes the bitch irrelevant and unless you have the energy to waste there is no reason to stress unimportant people," the girls nodded and Mikaela could still see Nicole eying the girl which made her chuckle.

Just then another body managed to hit the floor this time not Ian but a red headed girl Mikaela wasn't able to put a name to just by looking at her. The collective group of jocks and cheerleaders all laughed along with the rest of the crowd "What is up with everyone today. Did any of these losers learn how to walk right ?!" Nicole said loud enough to be heard over the hall of laughter by her clique. When the girl began to laugh along with the rest of them the amusement in it all fell and Mikaela sensing that things were over decided now would be a good time to get to class. "Well looks like the fun is over here. Come on girls let's get to class," hugging the jocks one by one she made her way pass them and started down the hallway.

When they arrived to class the room was still empty seeing as the bell hadn't rang yet. There was still no sign of Paige but Mikaela wasn't worry about it because unlike her Paige was almost never left for class. Sending her cheerleaders off to save their seats Mikaela went to the bathroom. She didn't really have to go but it wasted time and she got to run into she knew. On her way back to room she uploaded a photo she taken of herself to instragram. As she got closer to the room she noticed a familiar blonde just outside the room "Paige!" Mikaela screamed as she ran over to her bestie wrapping her up in a hug of love. "It took you long enough to get here!" she said as she peeled back her arms to let her friend out of her grip. "You know I don't stay awake during class if your not there to annoyingly keep me awake."

"Thanks, Ian, but that's kind of a generalization, isn't it?" Indigo stated and Ian flushed with shame. He knew he was stereotyping, which was one of the things about high school that he hated, but he wasn't able to help it. He sighed and looked at her guiltily as he responded.

"I didn't exactly mean it that way... Okay, maybe i was generalizing, but I meant to do it as a compliment to you and Kaycee. There are a few cheerleaders that are genuinely nice and good-hearted, but most of the ones in this school are not. Paige and Mikaela are good people from what I've experienced, but they are slaves to the clique if you know what I mean," Ian stated, past memories making his statement more bitter than he was intending it to be.

Kaycee went on about her handbag and Ian could tell it was well-made once he pushed away the very male instinct to dismiss it as a simple bag for caring money and other girly things. He supposed he appreciated different forms of beauty or maybe he was more practical than anything. Still, he listened politely and tried to understand what Kaycee was saying.

"Ah, nevermind I don't think it'd appeal to any of you....." Kaycee finished.

"Your handbag looks better than most I've seen, but I'm not the best judge. Still, it looks good on your shoulder and marketable," Ian told her honestly, feeling a little guilty that he didn't know more about these things.

Kaycee made a comment and Indigo lectured her now, causing him to grin. He appreciated both girls' personalities and Indigo was way more fair and easygoing than anyone he had ever met. He hoped she considered him a friend. He hoped they both did. He turned to Jacob.

"That Stephen kid... He looks like he's trying to reach Nirvana if you get what I mean. He'll probably join the Free-Spirit clique unless he finds a way not to... I suppose the school will group him there with or without his consent, though," he stated with a shrug. That was the way things worked. It was most prominent in high school, but people were still grouped outside of it by interests, nationality, race, income-level, religion, and everything else imaginable.

Indigo spoke up.
"People are all paper from a distance, Kaycee," she said in a soft voice, smiling. Then, she cracked her neck, and Kaycee winced."You're making people into who you expect them to be," she scolded, before adding nonchalantly,"Well, Maybe, anyway,".

"What if what I expect them to be is what they truly are? I mean, I no I'm no higher power or whatever, but I know most of these people fit their stereotypes pretty well, save for a few. " Kaycee responded.

Ian commented on her bag."Your handbag looks better than most I've seen, but I'm not the best judge. Still, it looks good on your shoulder and marketable," Ian told her. She was elated someone liked it. She knew Ian was a nerd,and a boy nerd at that, so he didn't really have experience with fashion. So it meant a lot that an ignorant was complimenting it.

He started talking to Jacob, something about a new "free-spirit" in the school.
"Not to eavesdrop, even though I'm right here, but there's a new kid!?What? Is he hot?! Is he single?", she asked.
She walked over to her locker, where she was still at a hearing distance, and opened it.
A shiny mirror, one of those detachacle shelves, and loads of Sticky-Notes.
Also, a collage of Niall from One Direction. She blew him a kiss.
She grabbed her books,her bag, and a new batch of Sticky-Notes and then closed it.

Just then, the bell rang , signaling everyone they had four minutes to get to their classes.
She took her muffin out of her bag and took three huge bites.
Swallowing, she looked back at the gang.
"Nevermind, tell me at lunch. I'll be looking for you guys. Later, amigos!" She waved.
And she strode over to class, chewing on her delicious muffin.
A new boy? And I was not aware?! This is the best thing since burned toast!
Was that the expression?

She had finished half of her muffin as she got to the door of the room, and slipped in.
Kaycee neatly arranged her things on the desk.
The notebook was in the center, along with other books for the class.
Her Sticky-Notes, to the right of it.
She evasively took the tape recorder in her bag, and shoved it closer to the open zipper. No one would be able to see it at this angle.
She sat down, waiting for class to begin, and she chewed on a chocolate chip.