“Katt, I’m telling you the look I’m going for is punk, not gang girl.” I commented gazing once more at the strange clothing Katt was so immersed in. The cat didn’t bother to look up at her friend called “me”.
“Yeah... Don’you think I know? Sweetie, I’ll help you out... can you pay for this lil’ thing for me?” Katt help out a jacket, and I looked for a price tag. It was nearly one-hundred credits.
“Um... I guess.” She smiled and gave me a big hug. I stood still, a bit uncomfortable to touch.
“You’re a dream girl!”I strained out a smile.
“You’re welcome. This is all you want right?”Credits always seemed to be swirling in a spiral called Katt. One way or another, she manages to bum money off of everyone around her. My guess it was her loving personality that tricked us all into it.
“You know it ain’t! But sugah, let’s get you what you wanna get. This store’ll be here for me latah.”Katt almost walked out with the jacket in her hand. I caught her and we didn’t have any problems then on.
The next day...
It was called Freedom Day, all people in the Academy could be in civilian clothing without any hassles, as long as there was no profanity, nudity--things like that.
I was 15 and I had a lot of trouble staying away from home and getting into things, whether it be bands, un-conservative clothing, or out-of-school activities.