A Story for Kathi Seymour
By: Allison K. Garcia
Many a moon ago, when jocks and cheerleaders were revered, and nerds and punks were outcasts, there lived a girl named Kathi.
Kathi was ahead of her time in making nerdiness cool. In fact, she liked to think of herself as “nerdtastic.”
Unfortunately, none of the other kids agreed.
“Hey, loser,” the quarterback shouted. “Get your nose outta that book!”
Kathi, perched on her favorite bench outside their high school, glanced up from her novel about badass unicorns that impale zombies. “Make me.” She rolled her eyes and continued reading.
“You’re lucky you’re a girl,” he snarled.
Kathi raised an eyebrow. “I agree.”
The cheerleading squad marched over to the jocks and stood around them, holding a hostile stance.
“Wow, that was some great choreography. You guys look like you’re about to break out into song. I’m picturing something about the sharks and the jets or maybe grease lightning.” She sat up straighter, eyes wide with sarcastic wonder. “Ooh, wait. I hope it’s ‘Footloose.’ That’s my favorite.”
The main cheerleader shook her head. “You’re such a freak.”
“I prefer nerdtastic.” She smirked and turned her eyes back to her book.
“Stop being rude to my girlfriend.” The quarterback snatched the book out of her hand and tossed it on the grass.
Kathi moved to stand up but the cheerleader pushed her shoulder. “I’d move your hand if I were you. I get very wrapped up in the books I read.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” She pushed Kathi harder.
“Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains …” Kathi began at a low volume, lolling her tongue to the side. She snapped her teeth at the cheerleader’s arm.
She pulled it away with a shriek. “Did you just try to bite me?”
“Brains brains brains brains brains…” She lifted up her arms in classic zombie position, opening one eye wider than the other, and stepped towards the perfectly positioned populars.
“She’s crazy. Let’s get out of here.”
“Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains…” She lunged, teeth bared, one last time, to make sure they’d leave for good. She chuckled to herself as they hurried away.
Picking up her book, she curled back up on her bench. She had another ten minutes before lunch was over. Just enough time to finish one more chapter.