One step at a time

Story by Angelkat

A story dedicated to a very special someone in my life, they know who they are.

Well, here it is! My next fiction, been far to long since I actually ironed one out into a document. Chapter 1 and probably the only chapter that this site gets to see. The next chapter holds some things that FP members generally don't go far, as in when I'm done with it in like, oh, an hour or two its gonna have Diapers, Ageplay, Watersports.... etc xP So, unless you all want to see that, no you don't? Thought so!

Oh, and for the record, Meet Kendra

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=841855

And Bethany.

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=841539

The pictures are simply there... because thats how I envisioned them and someone said, "ever check for a picture, I mean, you could find your dream version of them" xP

Chapter One tags, (Light Yuri ) @_@ Lollow tag count

Kendra looked out the window of her tenth grade history class. She already knew everything the teacher was rambling about she'd been kicked from AP for missing a month of school and they didn't think the girl could catch up. So she'd already learned everythIting the normal history class would learn for the entire year. She had a 121% In the class thanks to the extra credit that the teacher always handed out. Put it all together and the fifteen year old girl went bored rather quickly in the class. She let out a sigh which caught the anger of the teacher. "Miss Sevens I know you already know what I'm saying but could you at least feign interest? Or would you like to teach?"

Kendra looked at her and replied curtly and sarcasticly, "If I Taught the class would have been over twenty minutes ago." Rounds of giggles from the class and anger from the teacher was what she got for that one. Another check by her name another and she'd get detention. She'd changed over that month that she had been ill. She'd been a book worm for her entire life up until than and than she was kicked from three advanced placement courses history being her favorite. It angered her and she began to lash out at those around her especially the teachers. She'd turned into a bit of a bitch to them.

She had reason to though the blond had been robbed. She had early acceptance into college riding on those advanced courses and now the colleges didn't want anything to do with her. The damn school had ruined her life. Her parents were never around because one was an artist and always at his studio and the other part of the god damn United Nations as a translator. A lot of good your mother does to support you when she's half way around the world taking your call while the prime minister of some country you can't even pronounce is asking her to translate god knows what language this time.

Her father simply enjoyed her getting in trouble which made things worse. He never enjoyed his bookworm of a daughter holding herself up in her room listening to classical music and studying. He much rather enjoyed the daughter that kept to herself but jammed to the rock music all hours of the day and night. What a pathetic excuse for a father was all she could think. She drowned out the teacher around her and didn't even notice one of the girls coming up to her. "Kendra!"

Bethany was her name and the brunette caught her attention with the breasts nearly shoved in Kendra's face as she leaned in. "Snap awake the teachers letting us pick partners and I need an A, pretty please?" Bethany came to Kendra so often now that she was used to it. She had to at least fake teaching bethany the questions and answers so she pulled another desk over and let her copy but only as she rambled on about the industrial revolution and how it affected the united states. Boring stuff really, not her favorite she didn't like the history of the United States it was no where near as interesting as the history and culture of other contries. She didn't mind though Bethany was one of the few reasons this class was entertaining. Someone coming to you for help was great.

"So, see got it all now? Or at least enough to pass tomorrows quiz?" Kendra smiled to her as she twirled a pencil in between her pointer and middle fingers to pass the time as it went by rediculously slow.

"Quiz? The teacher never mentioned a Quiz." The brunette looked a tad bit worried as the revelation was dropped on her.

"Yeah thats what Mr. Ozbourne brought in here earlier when he mentioned the 'work' she wanted done that was his way of secretly telling her that he'd finish making the tests for her. The lazy witch can't even make her own tests." Kendra had been told of that one by Mr. Ozbourne himself he was her former Advanced Placement History teacher and he liked Kendra. He wasn't even the one that kicked her out and he had lobbied to get her back in but the overly bitchy and far to old princiol had none of it.

“Do you think you could maybe come over and help me

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