How Catx Became Catx
*A tale of becoming ones true self
You might think why doesn't she have normal nickname? Like Cait, or Caity? Let me be the one to tell you this; Nicknames are not names shortened to a persons liking. Getting a nickname is just like finding out you're princess from an alternate dimension. You never knew it, no one has it, it just comes, it's meant to be. This is a tale of how I found my true self. I figure it's a combination of my love of cats; the cat, and my desperate need to find something in this world that starts with an x, then e-mail the people who make those alphabet banners that are in kindergarten classrooms and tell them I've found a solution to their problem (the x is always fox); the x.
We were riding the bus to the bowling ally for our school trip. My partner for the trip, Lauren, had fallen asleep and i was board. We finally arrived
I shook Lauren, "Wake up," I whispered, "we're here!" Laurens eyes squinted open, and she gathered her magazines and lunch bag. We were the last ones of the bus, I was afraid we would be left on the bus! Silly me!
"I can't wait!" and, "STRIKE!" were tossed across the bowling ally as Mr. Paul nagged us to sit down, teasing along the way. With my head resting in my cupped palm I waited for my teacher, Ms. McCloskey to put in our names on the score board. Our team was last, meaning we had less time to play.
"Ok then, lets put in your names," Ms. McCloskey said, while typing in our team members first names. I was last.
"Wait you forgot the I," I corrected.
"Oh!" she laughed. Ms. McCloskey pressed the delete button, I waited for the "t" to disapear, but it never did. "Oops, the delete button doesn't work, let me see, will this work?" she pressed the "x" button, and it appeared on screen.
"I guess that didn't work."
"Nope, we'll find another way, don't worry," Ms. McCloskey comforted
By the time she said that, children were saying "hi, Catx," and "go team Catx!"
"Wait!" I hollered as she strutted down to the security desk to see if they could help, "I like it,"
"Ok then," she puzzled as she walked back, laughing.
As you can see, getting a nickname is not choosing to shorten your name, but it is finding your true self. That occasion reminds me of being told I was a princess of an alternate dimension...
As most of you know, I am the princess of an alternate dimension. I know, it is fiction, but it's still a good story to write!
Me, The Princess
*A tale of finding out ones true culture
Me,
As most people read this story, they will think; What a silly girl, this is just what she wants, not has. But who knows, maybe people can be princesses', even of alternate dimensions! You see, I like to keep my princess life a secret from the world. Now I realize that I can't just be treated like a simple school girl, because I am not! Now then, lets get to the story.
Ahhhhh... Christmas, it holds so many surprises'. It's now the 4th day of Christmas ( as my mother calls it ), A.K.A. candy night ( as I call it .) The sweet, spirit-lifting smell of chocolate, and twizzelers drifts up my nose, and down into my stomach. I can already taste it. I stick out my tongue to taste it.
"Tonight it's Grandma's old blueberry pie recipe!" My mother hollered from the kitchen
. My eyes snap open, right, it's not Christmas, just blueberry pie night, I think, annoyed.
"Really, are you sure it's not Christmas?"
"yep, pretty sure, but if you want it to be, we can skip Tradition and do it now if you'd like?" I knew she was joking, so i stayed silent, like i had fallen back asleep. Why am I SOOO tired? I pretended to think, like my mom could read minds.
Mother,
"Is princess Kaylee home today?" a gorgeous
women, with beads braided in to her hair, entered the kitchen.
"Yes, I believe she is upstairs sleeping," How old is she? Kaylee never told me about an exchange student? Why did she just walk upstairs, she doesn't know this house as well as i do! This is only what i wanted to think, but i knew the truth. I don't know why but it sort of just blurted out; "You have NO right to search my house for my DAUGHTER!!!" Now I think; She didn't actually do anything wrong, why am i like this!? Am i possessed!!?? Now I think I might be getting a bit childish, "You have NO right to POSESS me!!!"
"I am simply looking for your non-daughter," my eyes squinted at the word, non, daughter was fine but, non. Terrible. I know it's true, but don't want it to be, "please don't use that word, it's terrible, just terrible," I sob, as i melt to the ground.
"There, there, when you have calmed down, I will explain the situation, but you will have to be strong," the beautiful woman kneeled
down, and rubbed my back. Why am I such a child?
Leenah, (the beautiful woman,)
This poor, poor woman, having to have her
daughter ( I am disgusted that I have to use such a word) taken away from her. I don't want to take her away, no, but my home country needs her
, bad. But why now? Poor woman, poor child, only she can set things right, or her mother, no. She needs her mother, but does she? I am wrong. Only she can save our country, only her.
Me, ( Kaylee,)
"Mom! Are you crying!?" I holler, rushing down the stairs.
Nothing's wrong, she does this all the time, wait, she never does. Nothings wrong, nothing's wrong, she's all right, she always is. Ooooohhhh, I hope the door was locked!!! I am a worrier, but I worry she might be in real trouble now.
I reach the bottom of the stair's, and see a women rubbing mothers back, shushing her. Without thinking, I run into her, pushing her out of the way, and taking her place.
"We need to talk," she says.
"If it's to scold me, no. But otherwise, fine,"
"it's not to scold you,"
"ok then, speak up,"
"you are a princess, you will be taken away from your mother to save your home country," I stand there, stunned, half believing her, half not, as a tear drips down my cheek.
