start,
Closure
“Do you know who you are? All you people out there.
I assume that’s a no, with your I don’t give a fuck, under your five-day scruff, your messy hair.
Check the mirror, check yourself. Who are you today?
A hippie, a non-conformist, a socialist you say?
You snap your fingers ‘cause you’re cool, too good to clap for me?
Not true motherfuckers, I’m cool girl number three.”
I hold up three fingers and smile at my roommates, then look towards Owen and the whore.
“Look around fucking clowns, with your fakeness and lies.
Expect nothing from me. No words or wasteful goodbyes.
The way I see it you simply suck.
Like your lies on the duck.”
I look at the crowd.
“Truth be told I was naïve, but I’m not anymore.
So all you snappers, you cynics, why not go fuck your whore?”
I look back at them and it hits me, if he didn’t send the e-mail, I bet she did. Fucking snatch!
“Turns out I was right to turn it all off for you.
I fucked him, he fucked you, so I fucked you too.
Katherine you whisper, with a shake of your head.
Trying to figure me out is nonsensical, that part is dead.
I’m not Katherine. I’m not yours, never was, so snap that.
My name isn’t Katherine, motherfucker. I am just Kat.”
I drop the mic, hold up both hands and give them all two fingers before walking off stage, through the silenced crowd, to the hallway and out the door.
I look behind me and Josie, and Cecilia are hot on my tail.
I just want to be alone. “Just leave me alone.”
“Kat,” Josie says when she catches up to me. “What can I do to help you?”
“Get me the fuck out of here.”
Cecilia is on my heels. “Tomorrow Kat. We’ll sleep tonight and tomorrow we all go home.”
“Home,” I laugh emotions building to boiling point.
“Yes, home,” she grabs my hand. “No more snapping.”
“No more snapping.” Josie takes my other hand.
My heart is ready to explode and I feel tears rolling down my face.
“What did he do to you?” Josie whispers.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lie crossing my fingers.
“Okay,” she says squeezing my hand.
“This place is absurd,” Cecilia guffaws. “Socks with Sandals? Who does that?”
I laugh, “You probably want to get home more than I do.”
She looks at me and nods. Her finger comes up and swipes across my cheek. “I was foolish to think Harvard was going to be like the Upper East Side.”
“What? Wealth, ambition, and laxity aren’t alive enough here for you?”
“It’ll work for now,” she squeezes my hand as we walk even faster towards the yard.
“She isn’t Darth Vader yet,” I say to Josie loud enough for Cecilia to hear. “If we get her back to Manhattan quick, she could still be Anakin.”
“And she’s making jokes,” Cecilia laughs. “A good sign she’ll live.”
PART TWO
Present Day
CHAPTER ONE
Taco Tuesday
“The cost of the rings alone is sickening to me. Let’s say the happy, yet delusional couple, waits until they finish college. They are more than likely in debt up to their eyeballs with student loans already. Then they go buy a ring that they can’t afford to start their ‘new lives' together, forever.’
“BUT WAIT, that’s not enough. Throw a last hoorah with all of their friends in Vegas with booze and strippers. I mean what says undying, everlasting love and faithfulness like lap dances and used up snatch picking $20 bills off someone’s face?
“Then all of the sudden they wake up the next day and are never going to want it again? Yeah, right. Let me ask you, when is the last time you ate just one double stuff Oreo cookie?
“Don’t kid yourself that eating just the cream inside isn’t cheating, eating is cheating.
“The next time you see a stripper pole, or hell any pole for that matter, tell yourself you aren’t going to remember the single most exciting night of your life.
“The same ‘happy’ couple gets ass raped for hosting an elaborate soiree
Closure
“Do you know who you are? All you people out there.
I assume that’s a no, with your I don’t give a fuck, under your five-day scruff, your messy hair.
Check the mirror, check yourself. Who are you today?
A hippie, a non-conformist, a socialist you say?
You snap your fingers ‘cause you’re cool, too good to clap for me?
Not true motherfuckers, I’m cool girl number three.”
I hold up three fingers and smile at my roommates, then look towards Owen and the whore.
“Look around fucking clowns, with your fakeness and lies.
Expect nothing from me. No words or wasteful goodbyes.
The way I see it you simply suck.
Like your lies on the duck.”
I look at the crowd.
“Truth be told I was naïve, but I’m not anymore.
So all you snappers, you cynics, why not go fuck your whore?”
I look back at them and it hits me, if he didn’t send the e-mail, I bet she did. Fucking snatch!
“Turns out I was right to turn it all off for you.
I fucked him, he fucked you, so I fucked you too.
Katherine you whisper, with a shake of your head.
Trying to figure me out is nonsensical, that part is dead.
I’m not Katherine. I’m not yours, never was, so snap that.
My name isn’t Katherine, motherfucker. I am just Kat.”
I drop the mic, hold up both hands and give them all two fingers before walking off stage, through the silenced crowd, to the hallway and out the door.
I look behind me and Josie, and Cecilia are hot on my tail.
I just want to be alone. “Just leave me alone.”
“Kat,” Josie says when she catches up to me. “What can I do to help you?”
“Get me the fuck out of here.”
Cecilia is on my heels. “Tomorrow Kat. We’ll sleep tonight and tomorrow we all go home.”
“Home,” I laugh emotions building to boiling point.
“Yes, home,” she grabs my hand. “No more snapping.”
“No more snapping.” Josie takes my other hand.
My heart is ready to explode and I feel tears rolling down my face.
“What did he do to you?” Josie whispers.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lie crossing my fingers.
“Okay,” she says squeezing my hand.
“This place is absurd,” Cecilia guffaws. “Socks with Sandals? Who does that?”
I laugh, “You probably want to get home more than I do.”
She looks at me and nods. Her finger comes up and swipes across my cheek. “I was foolish to think Harvard was going to be like the Upper East Side.”
“What? Wealth, ambition, and laxity aren’t alive enough here for you?”
“It’ll work for now,” she squeezes my hand as we walk even faster towards the yard.
“She isn’t Darth Vader yet,” I say to Josie loud enough for Cecilia to hear. “If we get her back to Manhattan quick, she could still be Anakin.”
“And she’s making jokes,” Cecilia laughs. “A good sign she’ll live.”
PART TWO
Present Day
CHAPTER ONE
Taco Tuesday
“The cost of the rings alone is sickening to me. Let’s say the happy, yet delusional couple, waits until they finish college. They are more than likely in debt up to their eyeballs with student loans already. Then they go buy a ring that they can’t afford to start their ‘new lives' together, forever.’
“BUT WAIT, that’s not enough. Throw a last hoorah with all of their friends in Vegas with booze and strippers. I mean what says undying, everlasting love and faithfulness like lap dances and used up snatch picking $20 bills off someone’s face?
“Then all of the sudden they wake up the next day and are never going to want it again? Yeah, right. Let me ask you, when is the last time you ate just one double stuff Oreo cookie?
“Don’t kid yourself that eating just the cream inside isn’t cheating, eating is cheating.
“The next time you see a stripper pole, or hell any pole for that matter, tell yourself you aren’t going to remember the single most exciting night of your life.
“The same ‘happy’ couple gets ass raped for hosting an elaborate soiree
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