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Part 5
This is the fifth installment. If you haven't read the first four parts, see my previous four blogs to catch up!
Other Katherines were Kathy or Kate, but Miss Blackwell was always Kitty. She was a member of the most elite girls’ group, the chosen few who were both smart and popular. Kitty was a cheerleader, the steady girlfriend of a football star. Her family had money and social status. With no apparent effort, she made excellent grades. Most enviable of all, Kitty was beyond pretty. She was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning.
This girl had been stared at before, and she knew exactly how to handle it. She met Mr. Krause’s gaze not defiantly, but coquettishly. Without dropping her eyes, she slowly began to smile at him. I did not know the word seductive, but recognized the concept in action nevertheless. So did the ten young men in the room. So, apparently, did Mr. Krause. He reddened ever so slightly and dropped his glare. Perhaps he mistook me for one of the boys, or maybe he knew the game was over. In any case, he never looked in my direction. Kitty stayed. Therefore, I stayed.
To be continued...
Other Katherines were Kathy or Kate, but Miss Blackwell was always Kitty. She was a member of the most elite girls’ group, the chosen few who were both smart and popular. Kitty was a cheerleader, the steady girlfriend of a football star. Her family had money and social status. With no apparent effort, she made excellent grades. Most enviable of all, Kitty was beyond pretty. She was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning.
This girl had been stared at before, and she knew exactly how to handle it. She met Mr. Krause’s gaze not defiantly, but coquettishly. Without dropping her eyes, she slowly began to smile at him. I did not know the word seductive, but recognized the concept in action nevertheless. So did the ten young men in the room. So, apparently, did Mr. Krause. He reddened ever so slightly and dropped his glare. Perhaps he mistook me for one of the boys, or maybe he knew the game was over. In any case, he never looked in my direction. Kitty stayed. Therefore, I stayed.
To be continued...
