My mom was a quiet, shy, outspoken woman who liked to read romance novels and sipped sweet tea.

I was a loud rebellious teen who listened to her music too loud and chugged Monster.

We were polar opposites, but somehow, she understood me. We told each other everything, except the few tattoo's I had tried to keep from her. I had an Ed Hardy style rose with a ribbon going around it that said ALWAYS behind my right ear, a skull with angel wings on the small of my back, a Crackhead behind my left ear, and a heart with KITTY written inside of it on my ankle.

All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the front door, so I bounded down the stairs to answer it. "Delivery for uh... Kaitlyn Small?" The greasy fat postman with a moustache asked, holding out a large brown package.

I cringed at the use of my full name, but held out my arms to accept it. "That would be me. Thank you."

"Sign here, miss."

"Sure thing." I said as I scrawled Kaitlyn Small down on the little pad.

"Have a good one, sweetie." He said with a grotesque wink that made my stomache flip. Ignoring him, I turned on my heel and walked inside... Time to see what was in my box!!

I grabbed an X-Acto knife and sliced through the tape sealing the box shut. My face spread into a big smile when I saw what was inside; A collection of classic rock CD's, from Metallica and The Misfits to Led Zepplin and The Beatles! Bundling them all to my chest and running to my room, I set them down on my bed and plugged in my iPod again. The first song was Jeremy by Pearl Jam

At home, drawing pictures
Of mountain tops, with him on top
Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
But daddy didnt give attention, oh
to the fact that mommy didnt care
King Jeremy the wicked oh a' ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today

I sang along, completley destroying Eddie Vedder's voice. Before I knew it, noon had rolled around.

"Kitty, I'm home! Did you do anything while I was gone?" My mothers voice floated up the stairs.

"No mom. Just sat around." I yelled back, turning off my music.

Once she had left me home alone and I was playing with matches (smart right?!) and accidently left one burning in a trashcan, setting a small fire that I managed to put out, but it was months before she left me alone again. I slid down the stair banister as my mom yelled at me for the millionth time to stop. Coming to a not-so graceful stop at the bottom, I walked into the front room where mt mom was. "Hey mom. Love the hair!" I said grinning. "I'm gonna go play video games with the guys, kay mom?"

She sighed and gave her consent, rolling her eyes at me as I ran out of the house, grabbed my skateboard, riding down the street to the house my best friend Matt and boyfirend Jimmy shared. "Yo losers! The party animal is here!!" I yelled out once the hous ecame into view. They were always in their front yard, soI knew they heard me.

"Sup lil' punk!" Matt yelled, grinning because he knew I hated being called short, but the guys were the only people got away with it.

"Hey, I'm taller tan Ol' Johnny boy, so therefore, I'm tall." I declared. "Logic always wi-" I was cut off by a pair of long gangly arms wrapping around me, pushing me into their owners chest.

"What, no 'Hi' for me, Kitty cat?" My boyfrien Jimmy Sullivan teased. I smiled and returned his hug.

"Hi! Happy now?" I laughed into his chest, muffling the sound, which was a good thing. My laugh consisted of loud awkward sounding Hee-Haws, making everyone who heard it cover their ears. So along with my height, my laugh got me picked on as well.

I grinned as Jimmy picked my up bridal-style, carrying me inside and sitting me on the couch next to the green-eyed Zacky Baker before running back outside. I leaned into Zacks shoulder and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "What's up, KBS?" he asked. Zacky always called my by my initials to annoy me; my full name was Kaitlyn Bonnie Small, but I went be Kittly, because it was short and sweet, but slightly misleading, because I may be short, but I sure ain't sweet.

"Shut it, Baker. And I'm fine. Whatcha watchin?" I replied. He yawned and ran a hand through his black hair, green eyes slightly dull and glazed over.

"I dunno. I'm tired, Kit-Kat... Mind if I take a nap?"

"No, you're fine, go ahead and take a nap, Zacky." I told him, ruffling his hair. He smiled gratefully and placed his head on my shoulder. He was snoring within five minutes.

A raven haired Brian Haner burst into the hous, Matt and Jimmy hot on his heels. "Hey Kit-Kat! Guess what? W-" I cut him off, motioning towards the slumbering Zacky and putting a finger to my lips. "Oops, sorry. Didn't see Zee there." Bri whispered, giving me a small smile. Zack fidgeted on my shoulder, yawning and stretching out his arms.

"Great guys. You woke up a sleeping Baker, and now he's gonna throw a hissy fit!" I complained, shifting so the still half asleep Zacky tumbled to the floor. He let out an 'Oomph' and we all laughed. "Oopsies..." I said grinning. He just groaned and flipped us off.

"Love you too, Baker. Now, Kitty, are you ready to loose to the master?" Matt said, sitting in the recently vacated spot next to me on the couch. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please, Matt. We all know that I'm the Queen of Mortal Kombat. Step down, worthless peasant!!" I declared. He laughed and hooked up the Playstation, handing me one controller and keeping the other.

"Oh, it's sooo on, Kitty!"

Notes

Ta-Da! Chapter 2 is here, my Stallion Ducks! I only have one more (sad) pre-written chapter, so after the next update, they will all be knew!!!!


Enjoy this, rate, subscribe, comment, and Kitty's middle name is dedicated to one of my dear friends on this site, and she knows who she is, so LOVE YOU GIRL!!!!!

And for those who don't know, a Crackhead is pretty much Jacoby Shaddixs' personal logo thingy. Google image that sucker. Its pretty sweet.