Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,67
was the new lunch favorite for all four of us. That would be my three best friends and I; they have stuck with me through thick and thin, literally. My three best friends who were practically designed by God to help me make it through life without too much catastrophe aftermath. There was Jodi, with an 'i' but born with the name of Jolene. She didn't like it, so she changed it. She is a take no shit and tell you like it is gal. Then Meg, short for Megan. She too was a tell you like it is gal, but she is sometimes the one right there next to me in the thick of things. She saw no reason for me to go through all the chaos alone. Then Katelyn, dear sweet Katelyn. Sometimes we call her Kate for short. She is the one that would bake the goodies that soothed us over after everything was over. Then there's me, Kia Catastrophe. That's not my real last name, but it might as well be. Starting at the age of three all the way until current, I knew how to attract disaster, cause chaos or just plain make a catastrophe out of things. My average build of five foot six, and single digit size - if it wasn't winter; was accompanied by my fair skin, brown hair and Irish blue eyes. Right now, Jodi was asking me if I was aware of the fact, there was a twitter following on me through my arch nemesis's blog. I did not.
"Well I guess your arch nemesis, Carlene Thomas, has decided that you are worth making a fuss over. And quite frankly, by what I can tell, most of the town has made a comment or two about you. The more she writes about you, the more people go to her blog, the more they go to her blog the, well you get the picture."
This time I did gag on the last bite of salad that looked like a dandelion leaf. It probably was, and I saw a whole slew of those things in the empty lot next door as I came in. Since this is the healthy restaurant Meg insisted we meet at for lunch, it was not the type of place I normally desired to eat at. I took the day off from work to meet with my friends and take care of one last minor detail to my latest, hopefully final, big blow-up of a catastrophe. However, some days around here, nothing surprised me.
Katelyn added her typical repertoire of trying to soothe things over. She was the peacemaker in the group, and she always tried to make us see the brighter side of others. With my arch nemesis Carlene, there was no trying; there was just plain hatred there. "I suppose since Carlene lost her job over at the Booty-n-Busters she has to make a living somehow. I'll have to admit; I caught wind last week but wanted to do a little investigative work first. You know, make sure it's not another tactical maneuver to outshine our Kia." She said it in such a polite happy voice you just had to stare at her as she took a long drink of her water with a pasted smile and then set her glass down as the smile never left her face. It was killing her not to say something mean about Carlene, she has never said a mean word about anybody but there is a first time for everything.
Meg nudged her elbow to Katelyn and proudly instructed Katelyn. "Spill it. I know you want to. First I've heard of it, by the way, but I've been super busy. Since Katelyn here has done the investigation on it, she owes it to us to tell all."
She nudged her one more time with her elbow and Katelyn's smile disappeared, and a stress look grew across her face. She blew out a puff of air through her lips and caused her short loose blonde curls on her head to move. "Alright, she's a bee-ouch. There I said it. Well, as close as I'm going to say it. That woman has some nerve. She has twisted every little thing anyone in this town has ever done into a fairy tale of lies and alibis. Unfortunately, Kia, you are front and center of her blog and twitter following. That woman has people from all over the US following her. I don't get it; I just don't