2: Old MacDonald's

Stepping out to the porch was like walking right into an ice avalanche. The cold enveloped Catherine into a hug and for the first time since the morning,Catherine was happy to have remembered to wear her cardigan...*or more like sheer luck*...She hugged the cotton closer to her and began to walk down the foggy path to school as she had missed the bus. Who cares?...hated the bus anyway...With the creepy driver and the leftover chewed gums under the seats...ughhh...she shrugged after a memory of her accidentally touching one under her seat swam to mind. The walk to school was just a couple of miles. Burnberg street,arranged with tall street lamp posts to brighten the misty road now looked like hunched standing men cloaked with mist...*effects of watching  too much horror movies*... Spooky looking, Catherine increased her pace as she was ready to run as far as her long slender figure could carry her...*curiousity 'always' killed the cat*...Burnberg was a lively street in the afternoons but could transform to a deserted spooky scene straight out of an horror movie at dawn and twilight. She had loved the streets as a child,with the smell of fresh bread lingering on the streets as the local bakery rings it's bell and opens up with freshly baked bread or the bookstore her mother used to take her and read her stories of Disney princesses. Her mother's bright blue eyes that matched hers were captivating as they would twinkle when reading to her. Brown locks coiled to perfection bounced as her mother and and her will skip through the park singing old McDonald's. She always wished she had her brown locks but she was a blond,just like her father. Tall and husky was Edward Winston,her resemblance in height and curves in the right places like Elene gave her quite the attention for a sixteen year old...Signing on memories of her mother,she drifted back to reality...*yea,before you get killed*...

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Arriving at the gates of Westonham High,she stood tall and outstanding...her blond locks fell lazily and and still looked beautiful despite her zero effort to even try to brush it,giving her the i-just-came-out-of-bed look which was attractive enough as few glances were thrown her way by interested students...*or just hormonal perverted teens*... Her tall legs gave her away despite being hidden beneath the knee-length red cherk skirt. Her figure could not be hidden under the baggy cardigan no matter how much she tried.For she was utterly stunning and she had no idea.Puberty has been hard for her as she had no one to confide in on some irregularities or someone to guide her through. Her red tie slightly knotted,...*laziness induced*...she entered the school building that stood high and unwavering despite the old infrastructure. Unaware of her beauty and the glances,she manovered her way through the crowd to her locker...*more like pushed and struggled to survive*...