The eager youth washed her plump hands fresh, lathering underneath warm water. She hardly payed any notice to the adult woman obviously filing her nails and leaning back against the door. Drying her hands with a paper towel, she hummed to herself and whistled slightly waiting for her to pass. She swept her head back and forth against her shoulders. The women followed suit, beaming slightly.
"Excuse me, but your tush appears to be blocking the door. Can I help you? Are you stuck?" Katie asked.
Putting a hand on Katie's shoulder, she shook her head. "Not at all, although the former rings true. Rather, I want to help you!"
Katie rubbed her chin. "Help...me? Help me what?"
The lady patted her bony shoulders slightly. "Yes, help you! Help you... you. Don't you want help to 'you'? I think everybody should 'you' at some point."
The female student gave the women a strange look. Was she a teacher she wandered? Some new guidance councilor or gym assistant perhaps? She would have been alerted by her parents or the staff if such a thing were recommended for her.
"Look miss, if this is about some of the tricks me and Zach pulled, it cannot be helped. He is the way he is and I, I just sort of get roped in." She stated, leaving out the thoughts Although I don't actually mind... trailing after.
Shaking her head, the women smiled and tried to reassure Katie. "Please, first of all call me Cairo. Lady Cairo. And you're not in any trouble. Like I said, I'm here to help, but you have to help me. I'm going to give you a gift, a little something. But I want a small thing from you first, your 'you.' I want you to tell me what you believe is 'you.' What makes you 'you', where do you fit in among your peers exactly?" the women asked.
"Well first of all, I don't really 'fit' anywhere, I hardly fit in my own clothes half the time, hahahaha."
The women smirked. A little self-deprecating, but she clearly had her esteem and sense of humor built up for her. Katie cleared her throat and scratching her head, slowly monologue to try play along the best she could. Thinking of her 'fitting in' was a longshot but, figuring out her role was rather an exquisite exercise of indulgence.
"Well, I guess to start I've always sort of been to and through it all and stuff. When I was really young my parents were already divorced, but my mum was real nice and always cooked me my favorite meals, and would make sure I was fed. Than later she was hospitalized and dad was too violent so I've living with my 'auntie' and her husband since. They're nice but, don't really understand me at times. When they didn't understand me and I felt sad or lonely, I'd eat a lot to remind myself of my mother. I still hope she gets better someday..."
Cairo nodded her head and listened, urging her to continue.
"Anyway than I started out school. I was really good at art and writing but bad at math and the teachers said I misbehaved a lot. Than when it came to other students, a lot of kids would pick on me so I tried to keep to myself. But one day, Zachy showed up out of the blue. He didn't like what other kids said about me so, this one time during gym he pulled this hilarious prank where he gave everyone laxative chocolates, clogged up all the toilets, and for the kids that picked on me glued their clothes to the ceiling while they were changing. It was pretty funny, even if he got in a lot of trouble for it. He went in and out of school, somehow and I guess I sort of, creeped up on him from time to time, hehehe. He didn't like that much. Than later highschool came around and uh...umm."
"Yes?" The ominous Lady Cairo interjected.
"Well things were kind of weird at first? Spooky and quiet and sometimes uncomfortable between us for a bit but, I guess we warmed up eventually. I guess he thought me pretty weird to have grown attached for something that he did for me years ago. Like how one day he got in a fight with some jocky jerks and returned the favor by bonking them over with a shovel. Me and him are good now tho... I think. Yeah, we're besties! Definitely." She explained, nodding her head and swinging her arm confidently on the last statement.
"I see. Well do you, like him? Liiike him
