I am Kate Roberts. I am a boy.
YES BITCH THAT'S RIGHT! I WILL SAY IT AGAIN AND AGAIN TO PROVE THAT KATE IS A MAN'S NAME AND ONLY FEMALES WHO LOOK LIKE A MAN ARE NAMED KATE!

Man, what the fuck.
Why am I like this? Tomorrow is thanksgiving but I don't want to say thanks to anyone. Everyone sucks!

Yes, it's November already. I've been practicng non stop since halloween. I have a problem. Malcolm is a great teacher. That is not a problem.
I am a bad student because I learn very slowly—Like a turtle but not so cute.

One thing that I've noticed is my improving grades. I'm not failing anymore, yay! That's all, it's not very good. I just don't fail but my grades are still pretty bad. I do some skincare every night because that ass (Brandon=That ass) asks me everyday if I am doing that.

There's a lot going on at this moment. For instance, Harrison failed Spanish.
Yes, he was in his room for a week after that. You see, it's his first time failing. I am a pro at being a disappointment.

I'm glad Malcolm's hand healed. They have a performance in the school music room in exactly two minutes and I, Kate Roberts, is standing somewhere in the huge crowd that has come to watch them while Jaden describes me what is happening.

"That green haired senior isn't the center today, looks like Jerome will sing," Jaden told me.
"I see," I wanted to see but heck I'm short! I saw some girls who were taller than me and I got on my toes just to appear as tall as them if not taller.

This is why I have self esteem issues.

"Being students of a private high school like Kerlin County High," I heard them speak on the stage. I recognised the voice from the last time, it was MJ!

"I bet none of us ever faced any financial shortages. But there are some students out there who are indebted because of their education fees. 70% majority of US students can't afford college without borrowing.

To afford adult life, students feel they need an education. But conversely, because of their education, many are unable to afford their lives. For many, it will take decades to start seeing the profits from their degrees—if they can expect a profit at all. So, we have filed a petition against the exremely high charges that colleges extrat from students and we want you guys to join this movement of 1.5 million USA students who cannot afford their college fee, leading to lesser job opportunities in future.

As a result, people from other countries are taking up jobs in USA and the citizens are left unemployed. So, it's time we make a change. It would mean to a world to us if ya' guys donate. We would be distributing this money among the poor students who cannot afford college education. Your support means a lot to us. This is our final year so we'll make sure it counts for all of ya cause we gotta take the power back!

The song was over but the audience were hyped.
"The bass seems too loud," MJ said, "He is not the main instrument here, he is just the BGM so keep it dat!"
"You're just eating people's ears with a guitar that loud," Malcolm said.
"Oh no, let me tell you—Every chick loves the guitar."

"Until they watch you play," Oh my God, that was hella savage.
"Malcolm, I challenge you to a music battle!" MJ switched to distortion.
Malcolm struck the strings of the bass, "I accept it,"

Of course, I love the bass. What about you guys? I think Malcolm won for me.

But why are we doing this? Bass is superior, we don't need to prove it. Then why?!
The question 'WHY?' has bugged everyone of us, from childhood till puberty and trust me, it will last till you die!

Many people keep asking that question even after you die. There will be that one irritating fella who'll come up crying to you and say "WHY DID HE DIE?!" Shut up! He died because you killed him with your bullshit.

He might have not even given a fuck about that person when he was alive but he will ask 'WHY' for sure, it's a custom now, to say 'why?'

This one syllable 'WHY?' Has destroyed human civilisation. Why not expand your Kingdom? Boom—You even lost what you had. Why not kill all Jews? Boom—You're now a villian in history. Why not make people elect their own leaders? Boom—You're now ruled by an orange.

Every time I read the word 'WHY?' in my question paper, I die from inside. Even scientists have suffered so much because of this one syllable 'WHY?' and you don't have any idea how many cats are killed everyday because of this curiosity generating question called 'WHY?'

Which is good! All cats deserve death—Cat lovers face me right now and I will neuter you!

Let's just leave this here before this story turns into something else. But no fear my golden nuggets! I, Kate Roberts, will write a complete thesis on 'WHY?'

Yes, a millennial such as me is willing to write something that isn't mandatory and formal enough to be considered a thesis.

All the girls were cheering for MJ. Malcolm walked down the stage and I ran outside, to the D wing. I met Malcolm packing up his bass.

"So, he won?" I asked, "Why?!"
...What a hypocritical bastard I am.

"The bass sounds so calming in front of that...noise!" I presented my offending opinion. I'm sorry guitarists but you have small pee-pee!

"Its fine," Malcolm said, "We just like messing around. It's not like we seriously hate each other. We just hate each other's instruments."

I wish I had friends like you...

I know I said that but—

"KATE! KATE! GET UP!" Jaden shouted from outside my house while I was enjoying my thanksgiving holiday.

"LET ME SLEEP!" I covered my ears with my pillow.
A bomb crashed the glass window of my room and landed on my crotch while I lay on my bed. Why is it always my marbles that suffer?!

I pressed my crotch to numb the pain and then got up.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!"
"...Sorry for breaking your window." Harry apologised. My window is not the only thing you broke, Harrison. Oh wait—Harry is here! Jaden and Brandon stood beside him.

"It's fine," I said.
Tsk! The worst way to start a holiday.

"By the way, Happy Thanksgiving!" Harry said with a smile.
"Happy Thanksgiving to you too" I said.
"KATE LETS PLAY BASEBALL!" Jaden said excitedly.
"JOIN US!" Brandon shouted.

...And there goes my holidays. I changed and went downstairs. We all went to the park.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Katty," That ass (Brandon=that ass) held my hand.
I looked at him and then turned to Jaden and wished him instead, "Happy Thanksgiving, Jaden"

Boy, I have to say.
Jaden looked terrified after that.
I still don't know why.

Nevertheless, we reached the park but it was already filled with kids. So, we decided to play in front of my house. Jaden was the pitcher and the rule was simple. The batsman had to stand in front of Mr Touske's house wall (our Japanese neighbor). If the ball hit the wall, then you're out!

So first, Harry decided to go for a batting.
"GO HARRY!!" I shouted.
"You can do it, Harry!" Brandon said.

It's the first time I've seen him cheering for anyone.
"What's the use anyways, I know he cannot play baseball" That ass (Brandon=That ass) said as he shaped his nails while sitting on a chair.

.... Nevermind
We all know he's an ass.

Jaden threw the ball at the speed of light! And before we knew it, it was already three strikes.

"You're sure you're playing baseball for the first time?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Jaden smiled.
Talented people—Can't relate.

"Jaden, your pitches are so fast!" I said.
"Even a twelve years old can throw faster than that" Brandon said. I would like to see you do that, asshole.

"If you say so much, then can you take on his balls?" I smirked.
"What?" Brandon seemed disgusted, "Ew, no,"

"Jeez, you're so dirty minded," Harrison said.
"Being dirty minded is a gift. It makes normal conversations much more interesting," Brandon rubbed his chin. Jaden smiled nervously.

"Alright, I'll take you on Jaden," Brandon got up.
"Let's do it this way, a one on one, both you and me" Brandon picked up the baseball bat. Jaden looked at Brandon as Brandon stood in front of the wall, lazily.

"I'm ready" Brandon said, "Hey, Harry, I'm not motivated enough" He wined.
"What are you, a child?" Harrison said.
"I've never held a baseball bat. I'm more of a football guy, you know that," Brandon said.

"Try imagining it as something else" Harry said, "Something that you like,"
Brandon closed his eyes. I drank a bit of water because I was tired of shouting. Finally, he blurted, "It's Kate's pee-pee!"

I sprayed the water from my mouth on Harry's face, "Sorry—YOU PERVERT!" I shouted.
"Kate doesn't seem that big," Jaden said. NOT YOU TOO JADEN!
"Big surprises come in small packages," Brandon smiled.
Harry cleaned his face with his sweatshirt's tip.

"The texture is so smooth." Brandon rubbed the baseball bat.

"STOP IT! STOP! DON'T TOUCH IT LIKE THAT!" I shouted. Is this harassment?
"Let's start, Jade!" Brandon looked at Jaden.

Jaden threw the ball at Brandon and he hit the ball with immense power and maximum force. As a result, the bat broke into pieces, however the ball flew far away scoring a home run.

"Oh, I broke it," Brandon said in his girly, shrill voice and looked at me. I was literally dying on the road while Brandon and Jaden switched positions.

Now Jaden was batting and Brandon was the pitcher. Let's see his pitching skills.
"Kate, I'll imagine this as your marbles," He looked at me.

If I call the police...How long can they keep him in the jail?

-To be continued