Exposing Kitty Langley
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Authors: DeAnna Kinney
Exposing Kitty Langley
By:
DeAnna Kinney
Exposing Kitty Langley
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Other books by DeAnna Kinney
include:
Charity
Moon (Charity Series Book 1)
Charity
Rising (Charity Series Book 2)
Table of Contents
This book
is dedicated to Amanda, Sam, and all other victims of bullying and other abuse.
Bullying, in any form, is never okay.
Although this story is a stand-alone
novella and the main characters are making their debut, some of you may
recognize Levi and Charity, along with a few others from the Charity Series
books. This story also takes place in the Town of Windrake Mountain and many
scenes take place in the halls of the familiar West Windrake High School. I
hope you love this story as much as I do. Thanks for taking your precious time
to read it. If you like it, please drop a review by Amazon. Thanks again.
Kitty
I remember the exact moment it all
changed for me. One minute I was Kitty Langley, “a mean girl”, and one of the
most hated girls at West Windrake High. In the next minute I was lost, no longer
knowing where I belonged. I would come to discover that wasn’t necessarily a
bad thing.
For almost four years now, I’ve been
a cherished part of a very exclusive group called the Bee Hives, or the B’s, as
most refer to us and with good reason. We’re the mean girls. No one messes with
us unless they want trouble. Bunnie Stevens, our head B, and the most feared
girl in school, befriended me in ninth grade. She said she spotted greatness in
me, along with sadness. Greatness at what I didn’t know, but sadness—yes there
was that. But something about her drew me in instantly. We seemed to have a
connection of some sort. Now I wish I had run away as fast as I could. If only
I’d known what was in store for me that’s exactly what I would’ve done,
hindsight and all that. I guess I can’t say it was a total loss. I mean, I’ve
learned some very valuable lessons along the way. Hmm, would I really change it
all if I could? No—I guess not.
My change really all began with my
old friend Phoebe. She was always a sweet girl and accepting of me, no matter
what. We were inseparable from second grade on, but we drifted apart when we
entered high school. We no longer shared classes or even lunch period. She made
new friends and well—I was left feeling abandoned and alone for the first time
in my life. It was a miserable feeling, and the loss was painful. I walked
around for days, all alone and confused. I also became angry—angry at her for
leaving me behind. We had been so close. How could she leave me? So when Bunnie
approached me in the lunchroom one day—I welcomed her and her friends: Bambie
Wright, Muffy McGee, Heidi Talbot, and Tabby Jones. That’s one requirement for
being a B; everyone has a pet name. Me—I already had mine. My mom and dad have
called me Kitty since I was two and started talking. Kitty was the only word I
could say, and I used it for everything, not to mention my eyes are green like
cat eyes, so they began calling me Kitty. It stuck. I guess there are worse
things.
You might think that because I was a
bully that meant I had a bad childhood or was abused or something like that,
but I wasn’t. In fact I had a good childhood with loving, accepting parents.
But I always felt there was a mean streak I couldn’t explain, deep inside,
waiting to emerge. I guess being surrounded by other mean girls gave me the
excuse to let it out. I only wished I were stronger and could have resisted
those urges. Little did I know that growing stronger would come at a price—one
I would pay for in blood—my own blood. Oh yes, I would learn my lesson the hard
way.
It was Friday, and I was supposed to
meet the girls in the hallway in front of Heidi’s locker before our last class.
Among other things, we needed to discuss plans for Trent Alexander’s party that
night. I didn’t know Trent all that well, but Bunnie seemed to like him and so
the party was all they cared to talk about. I was running behind, making people
move out of my way as I darted through the hallway. I spotted my friends
gathered around some poor girl, and Bunnie was taunting her relentlessly. I
laughed and ran to catch up. Suddenly, I froze as I recognized the fiery red
hair and freckled nose—Phoebe. I was shocked. Bunnie knew our history and had
never targeted her before. What had happened to change that? Had Bunnie said
something to her and Phoebe felt she had to protect herself? I wouldn’t doubt
it. Phoebe was usually one to speak her mind. Bunnie had her backed against the
lockers with a fist full of her hair and was jerking it.
I suddenly had a flashback of Phoebe
and me spending countless hours in the clubhouse in her backyard. We did
everything in that clubhouse. We camped out many nights and told scary stories.
We would scream and run for cover of the house when her younger, pesky brother,
Dale would sneak up and scare us. I remembered when she bought me my favorite
doll for my seventh birthday, our first school dance, and how she let me cry on
her shoulder after my first breakup. The last memory I had was the night she
came to my house crying after her mom and dad had a bad fight. She cried as she
hugged me, saying I was the best friend she had ever had and that she loved me
like a sister. I missed her. After I became a member of the Bee Hives, she
wouldn’t have anything to do with me. This only pushed me further in and added
to my growing anger.
I was pulled back into the moment
when I heard Phoebe squeal in pain. Without warning, something inside me
snapped. It was like a film was ripped violently off of my eyes, leaving me
able to see clearly for the first time in almost four years. I was filled with
disgust, regret, and more importantly, anger. I instantly knew what I had to
do. I grabbed Bunnie from behind and shoved her roughly, slamming her against
the lockers a little harder than I meant to.
“That’s enough, Bunnie! Leave her
alone!”
She glared at me, first in shock and
then her face grew red with rage. “How dare you do that to me!” she barked.
What I said next, I realized, was
long overdue. “I think it’s time I left the Bee Hives.”
It looked as if her face was going
to explode. “You will regret that! No one leaves the B’s! Trust me. You will
regret that for sure! Come on girls!”
I thought about saying something to
her, an apology perhaps, but my voice didn’t want to cooperate.
She stomped off, slamming the doors
open as she exited.
The others stared at me in confusion
for a brief moment, as if they didn’t know where their loyalties lie, before
following Bunnie down the hall and out the double doors.
I had done it now. There would be no
escaping what they had in store for me as payback. I finally glanced over at
Phoebe, her expression pure shock. Then she too turned and exited the building
without a word. Everyone else who had gathered to watch also left, but not
before they made sure I heard their comments. I was gonna get it, and everyone
knew it.
It was hard to believe I’d given all
my high school years to the B’s, eventually becoming Bunnie’s top girl. At
first I was reluctant, standing back and watching their cruelty, but before
long I had gotten sucked into the madness. The constant encouragement I
received when I completed something fearless was somehow fulfilling for me. I
know how crazy that sounds, but it’s true. They all looked up to me, thought I
was cool: a trendsetter. I found the feeling addictive, and I relished in it.
How had I come to this? Allowing the feeling of acceptance to turn me into a
monster? However, in less than a minute it was all gone, and yet, I somehow
felt relieved. But shouldn’t I be miserable—feel lost and sad? Well, I didn’t.
Not even a little bit. Not in that moment anyway. It felt good to stick up for
Phoebe—very good in fact. How many people get a second chance? I felt like a
brand new person. So this was what a conscience felt like. I liked it, but I
knew the feeling wouldn’t last.
Reed
“Reed!” My friend Haley called,
running to catch up to me in the hallway. “You will never guess what just
happened?”
I stopped at my locker, fiddling
with the combination. “You’re right,” I said, jerking it open. “I’ll never guess.”
“Kitty Langley just defended some
girl Bunnie was attacking, and rumor is that she’s been kicked out of the B’s
and is now a target! Isn’t that awesome? Finally some payback. Personally, I
hope they beat the crap out of her.”
“Gee, remind me to never get on your
bad side.”
“Well, don’t you think it’s about
time Kitty Langley got a taste of her own medicine?”
“Honestly, I don’t care. I have more
important things to think about.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Like my music, getting prepared for
college, and getting a costume for this stupid dance Saturday night. I don’t
guess there’s any way I can get out of going, is there?” I gave her my best
puppy dog expression. It usually worked on my sisters.
