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Just another day, it seemed to be. Then again, in Katherine's mind, everyday was just another set of tedious hours to battle her way through. Upstairs, in her cool air-conditioned house, Kat sat at her desk, tapping notes away into her digital notepad. Her textbook sat open before her, and she skimmed each page, typing without looking at the keyboard. She'd fix the typos later. It was summer, mid summer, so she was on break from her classes, but there was always the ever-dreaded pre-class reading to get done. Every year there was always at least one student that forgot to do the reading and got completely fucked over for it. Would it be wrong of her to feel a bit of giddiness at their failure? Her line of thinking was, if they didn't want people snickering behind their back, they should have completed their assignment.
She had made it through four chapters in the three hours she had been working, a decent enough pace she reckoned, but her fingers were getting cramped, her eyes tired, and there was a dull throbbing at the back of her head. It was time for a break. Despite the sticky heat that tarnished the outdoors, and the fact that it was currently the hottest time of the day didn't help, Kat decided it would be nice to go for a walk. The walls of her bedroom were starting close in around her.
With a yawn and a stretch of her arms behind her head, she rose from the office chair that was beginning to hurt her back. Her phone was still on her nightstand charging, her headphones right next to it. She grabbed both of them before heading downstairs. Her father was in his office, talking on the phone, and he stopped her before she could open the door. "Oh, Kat," he called out, asking the person on the other end of the phone to hold for a minute, "Mr. King just announced a festival tonight. It's at six, so be back in time."
"You got it, Dad, I'll meet you guys there," she responded hastily, eager to leave the house before he kept her there for some other reason.
But there was no stopping him. Stepping out of the office, phone still in hand, he gave her a once-over. "Oh, are you sure you want to go like that, sweetheart?" he said, employing that tone of voice that clearly indicated he didn't approve, but in a passive way.
She exhaled, blowing some hair out of her face. "It's a casual festival, isn't it?"
"Yes, but--"
"Then it's fine. Bye, Dad, see you later." She turned back to him, wearing a saccharine smile, before she opened the door and walked out.
She went past the town center on her way to the trail she frequented, catching sight of the various workers bustling about a square of land she assumed would be the location of festival. Further down, there was a pile of roses, paper tags around their stems. Curious, she paused to pick one off the ground. Just another announcement for the festival. She supposed for such a last-minute affair, even if this was the small town of Verona, quite a bit of advertising was necessary. A smile creased her face as she pictured the story behind the hastily dropped pile of flowers. Surely, there must have been someone handing them out. Ah, well, not much of her problem. A quick glance at her watch told her she only had a few short hours before the festival would commence. If she wanted to go at least a mile into the forest, she'd have to get moving.
For a reason she couldn't quite explain, she found herself reluctant to let go of the flower, and the rose remained in her clenched fist.