Chapter 1

Ahh, only five more minutes till the end of school.

And, as usual, these last few minutes of class seemed like they would never end. My history teacher, Mr. Wesley was still lecturing up in the front of the classroom; going on and on about some tangent that no one cared about. I really liked the teacher I had last year in sixth grade. He made class fun. This year the teacher was so boring.

I looked up at the clock again.

Oh my god, still five minutes to go?

Man I can't wait for next week. It's going to be so fun, just laying out in the sun all week, not having to do anything. No school! And next weekend my best friend, Jen was going to stay over. I always liked when she was able to sleep over. We would stay up late talking about boys and things. But, man it sucks though, that she's going to be away the first part of spring break. I'm not going to have anyone to hang out with till she gets home.

I'm definitely looking forward to going shopping with her next Saturday. I really needed a new bathing suit badly. The one from last year barely fits anymore. My body has begun to fill out in the last year, but not nearly as much as most of the other girls in school. I'm about 5' 2" tall and weigh a skinny 97 pounds, according to last time I was at the doctors. I have blue eyes that I get from my mom. My hair is blonde and is slightly curly, some would say wavy, and falls just past my shoulders. My breasts have just started to develop. They are very small, just a bit more then two nubs sticking out of my chest.

I recently have been a bit envious of my best friend Jen's boobs. She is a few inches shorter than me, and a tiny bit heavier. She has brown eyes and long reddish brown hair. I would say she has an athletic body shape. Her skin is a nice light olive color, darker then my pale white. And over the past year, she has gotten a nice set of boobs; mine don't even compare. My boobs, as I said, have started to grow, but I'm still barely only an A-cup. I bet she was closer to a C-cup already.

I really wish I my boobs were bigger. Most of the girls in my class had bigger boobs than me. It really sucked being one of the few girls, who were still mostly flat chested. None of the boys really paid any attention to me.

Argggg, damn that bitch Lizzy!

She was the most popular girl in the class. She was one of the first girls to have gotten some boobs and then she got the attention of the boys. She would wear these tight shirts to show them off. And for some reason she tried to make my life hell. I'm not sure why, she didn't like me. I did my best to stay out of her way, but it never seemed to work. The worst was when she would tease me about being flat chested. I really hated her.

Brrrriiiiiinnnnng!

Oh thank god, schools finally over!

I finally get to go home and get out of this stupid school uniform. Every damn day, it's a grey plaid skirt, white blouse, and at least knee-high white tights. And, the worst part, it's not even cute.

I gathered up my books, grabbed my bag; left the classroom and headed to my locker.

"Katie! Katie!" I heard my best friend Jen call out as she came down the hall.

"Hey Jen," I called out.

"Oh my god, schools finally over. God, I hate math. Mr. Schnieder is such as bore," said Jen.

"Oh my god, I know! And, that toupee of his."

"I know right. Bet he doesn't even realize we know." laughed Jen.

"So glad spring break is next week," I said as I finishing putting my books in my locker. "I can't believe you're going away for the week. Wish you weren't going."

"It's going to suck! I really wish it wasn't with my fam," said Jen.

"You still sleeping over next weekend?"

"Oh yeah! Can't wait. Well, got to run! See you later," said Jen as she ran off waving goodbye.

"Later," I called out after her. I finished putting away the books I didn't need for the week. Grabbed my backpack and shoved my math and science books in it. Stupid teachers assigning homework over spring break.

I felt really torn, one on hand school was over and I was excited by that. But on the other my best friend was going to be away for most of the week. Man this is going to suck. I left school wishing I wasn't going to be alone for most of spring break.

Outside I saw the school bus waiting to pick us kids up. I debated whether or not I want to ride it home. My stop was one of the first and I would be home quicker, but...

Na, only the losers rode the bus. I was better off walking home. It wouldn't take me all that long anyway and I had nothing better to do.

My house was at the end of a cul-de-sac in the nicer part of town. It's a newer two story stucco house with a three car garage. It is light brown with cream accents. The front door and porch is inset from the rest of the house.

When I got home, I unlocked the front door and went into main hallway. In front of me is the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and a hallway that leads to back of the house where the kitchen is. I like our kitchen. My parents just had it remodeled, not that they ever used it themselves. The kitchen is done with nice grey marble granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances and dark mahogany cabinets. There is a small breakfast nook that lookes out to the back yard.

Off to the left of the front door, is an entrance to a formal living room, and, I feel, a rather bland decoration scheme of beige, with uncomfortable white leather furniture. Back behind the formal living room is a formal dining room, with the same bland colors, but with a dark wooden dining table in the center. No TV, no comfortable couch, nowhere good to hang out.

We really only used either room when my parents hosted a dinner party. And when I say party, it's not the cool kind with beer and everyone having fun. No, it just a way for my father to show off to his clients, a bunch of stuffy old men and there trophy wifes, and kiss their ass.

My older brother Alex and I hang out in the den, which is back off the kitchen, behind the garage. It has a nice big flat-screen and comfy couches, and just felt more relaxing than the other formal rooms.

I knew that my parents weren't home. My dad is a big shot lawyer and works long hours, either at his office in San Francisco, or off traveling for work, for weeks at a time. My brother and I almost never see him.

My mom, more and more lately, spends her time at the Country Club. It's some fancy exclusive club, that our parents belong too. What she does there all day, I have really no idea, but it's the popular thing to do. A lot of the other mothers in town spend their time there.

My mother used to spend more time at home. But as my brother and I grew, and we depended less on her, she began to spend less time at home. Now she depends on Mrs. Bennet, our nanny slash maid to watch over us. Mrs. Bennet has been with us for years. She was the one who practically raised me and my brother. She used to come every day and cook and clean. Now she only comes on Mondays for a while to bring us groceries and to do things, like clean the house, and checkup to make sure my brother and I are ok.

As I was about to run upstairs to my room to change, when I heard my brother Alex, yell.

"Katie, It's you turn to wash Max. And you better do it."

"It's your dog, you do it." I yelled back.

Max was the family's dog and was a brown lab. Alex was the one who mostly played with the dog. It's not like I didn't like dogs or anything. It's just he's always jumping up on me, pushing me over and more often than not, he smelt bad.

"I'm busy and it's your turn!"

"Oh like you have any big plans. All you are going to do is hang out playing video games with your stupid friends and do nothing." I yelled back.

"Ha-ha Ha-ha, like you have anything better to do."

"Bite me."

"No you first."

"Argggg! Fine! Whatever! I'll do it. Where's that damn dog? Max! Max! Here boy, here boy!" I yelled as I dropped my backpack on the floor.

Max ran into the room and jumped up and his front paws landed on chest, almost knocking me over. He is almost as tall as me when standing on two legs.

"Down boy. Dumb dog get down!" I said while trying to push Max off me. He dropped to the ground and ran around me a few times before jumping up on and trying to lick my face.

"Come on boy it's your bath time." I said as I tried to fight off the unwanted doggie slobber. Max seemed to know bath time, which he didn't really like, so got off me and tried to run away. But I was too fast and was able to grab his collar before he could get away.

"Come on, you stupid dog." I sighed in frustration as I tried to drag Max upstairs to the bathroom.