The Katchiki Rules
The Katchki Rules 1
by Chris Katchki (crudezoner464@yahoo.com)
~* Lost and Found*~
I was running around the gym because I slapped someone in the back of the head, when she came out. Blaire. The beautiful 15 year old perfectionist. As she walked, she skillfully put her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair into a tight bun. With a few loose strands here and there. I watched her incredible legs walk to her spot near the the end of the gym with her prep friends. I’m not a prep, more of a jockish-punk rocker. I am a lezbo as my friends would call it. I have a secret lover her name is Rose. We only do it when we’re bored and alone, but this year it seems like more. It’s like, in the end I know I’ll always have her with me, she’d never leave me.
“Katchki, keep moving.” said my gym teacher, Mr. John. I didn’t even realize I had stopped running. The preps at the end of the gym started to laugh at me, including Blaire. I let out a huge sigh and returned to running.
A couple moments later we were picking teams for LaCrosse. The best LaCrosse players were captains. Me (Mo’ Katchki) and Rick Hatrinski were on field four.
“Go, loser.” I said to Rick. He flipped me the bird, and reluctantly began picking.
“Ron Sholing.” he said. and the biggest 9th grader I have ever seen stepped forward.
“So that’s your strategy, Rick. Big, strong, and dumb.” I said quietly so only he could hear. “Rose Scott.” I said and Rose came up to me and stood close. I smiled to her, and she smiled back.
“So that’s your strategy Mo’ , weak, nerdy, losers.” he said. Rose walked up to him and kicked his butt, literately. I came to her defense and stood in front of her, arms spread.
“Back off, Hatrinski.” I said. I turned around and Rose was laughing uncontrollably. I shushed her and went back to my spot with Rose in front of me.
We pick our usual teams, Rick had everybody from his clique, and I had everybody who was on my summer team. They’re really good and Rick doesn’t have a chance. We started the game and Ricks team had the ball. Ron had it actually, and my best center defense had him Zeke Broom, or as I call him Zebby. Rose was my right guard. I always make her right guard, it’s close to the net where she really doesn’t have to do anything. Ron was headed up the right side with Zebby in close pursuit. Wait...RIGHT SIDE!?!
“Rose look out!” I called to her, and Zebby did at the same time. Rose looked ready with her crosse close at hand. I knew he was out to do Ricks bidding, for her kicking him. He put his crosse in pitch position. I dropped my crosse and ran for her. He shot it but I caught it before it hit her. I whipped the ball at Ron angrily and headed toward Rick.
“What the FUCK, Hatrinski?” I yelled.
“What? I didn’t tell him to do it.”
“Bull shit, you tried to hurt her because all she fucking did was kick you.”
“She shouldn’t have kicked me then.”
“You fucking need to keep your fucking idiotic phsyco-path cock-sucking friends in fucking check or so help me...”
“So help you, what, Katchki? Huh? This?” he said and shoved me, so I naturally punched him out. No one messes with my girl. He got back up and Ron got me from behind.
“Get her, big Rick.” He yelled. I used Ron’s own weight against him and kicked Rick in his big toys.
“Argh! Fuckin’ Bitch!” he yelled. I dropped to my knees and flipped Ron over. This was war. Everybody from my team was doing their best to knock out the other team. I jumped up and pushed Rose away.
“Go!” I yelled at her. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her to Mr. John. All I saw her do was point to our field, because Rick had whipped me over the head with a crosse. BLACKOUT.
I woke up a few minuets later in the back room of the nurses office on a bed. I had an ice pack on my head. Rick was in the other bed unconscious. I tried to sit up but I realized just then I had sore spots all over me, so I laid back down.
“Mo’, you’re up. That’s good.” said the nurse. “The Principal wants to talk to you when you’re ready to go. And you’re foster mom is here too.” She said and shook Rick awake. I walked slowly out of the nurse’s office and down the hall.
“Oh no Silvi’s here.” I said to myself. The foster agency told me no more foul ups or I would be taken away from her and my new sister Kasumi. She was adopted too. As I neared the Principals office I could see that Silvi was coming out. I ran to her as fast as I could trying not to hurt myself. I wrapped my arms around her.
“I’m so sorry Silvi I didn’t mean to.” I cried into her. She lifted my head and she looked near tears.
“What did he do to you? You’ve got bruises all over your face and neck...” She complained I think she likes to fuss over me and Kasumi. She opened the back of my shirt and saw the bruises on my back. She wrapped me back up in her arms and begun to cry.
“I’m sorry Silvi, I don’t want to leave.” I cried and begged over and over.
“It’s ok.” she cooed to me. “Hopefully you won’t have to, hon.” she said. Then Principal Goully came out and told me to come in. Silvi let go of me and sat on the bench and waited.
“Well we have two options; you could get suspended for two weeks...” He said and I lost it. This was just the thing that would get me taken away from Silvi.
“Please don’t suspend me Principal Goully I didn’t mean to start the fight, I didn’t. It just-” I pleaded with him until he cut me short.
“Ms Scott was here a few minutes earlier and she told me the entire story. I already know what happened.” he said in his paternal manner. “Now do you want to hear you’re other option?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said.
“You could get suspended OR you could do the rest of the schools year worth of community service.”
“What would I do there?” I asked.
“You would be in the play their putting on at the YMCA after school program. “Isabella Sky” sort of Cinderella with a modern American twist.”
“I guess I’ll do that.” I said.
The drive home was miserable we had to stop to pick up Kasumi and we had to tell her the entire thing.
“You almost got suspended? We would’ve lost you.” she moaned. I hung my head in shame and didn’t bother to look into Silvi’s eyes. I was silent for the rest of the ride home.
When we got home I stormed to my room and shut the door. I picked up my basket ball and pitched it across the room. Thud! I always do this to blow off steam. I walked over to get it and hurled it again.
“Damn you Hatrinski!” Thwack! Crash! The throw was a little off center and it knocked my lamp out. I flung myself onto the bed and begun to cry. Then I felt a familiar caress on my back. I turned over and saw that Silvi had come in and Kasumi too.
“Better?” she asked.
“No. I almost lost you.” I said and wrapped myself around her.
“But you didn’t. That’s what matter’s now, babe. We almost lost you but we didn’t. You’re still here aren’t you?” she said. I smiled and pulled her closer. She always knew how to make people feel better. Kasumi wiggled her way into the hug too. Just then, ruining our perfect moment, the phone rang.
“I’ll get it.” Silvi said and left the room.
“I’m glad you’re still my sister I would’ve really missed you Mo’.” Kasumi told me our limbs still entangled. I lightly kissed her lips. It’s a sister thing we do.
It started a few weeks ago when I thought I was going to be taken away. Silvi wasn’t home at the time and I was in charge of Kasumi. So we were the only ones home. I had been crying. Even when I thought I had locked the door, Kasumi had come in and wrapped her legs around my waist and told me everything would be ok and kissed me on the lips. She repeated the action over and over until I was smiling again.
She’s a damn good little sister. I wouldn’t trade her for the world. So here we are again touching and kissing with Kasumi telling me everything would be fine.
“Alright you two break it up.” Silvi said as she came into the room again. “It’s Spencer, Kassy. She wants to confirm on the sleep over tonight.” Kasumi jumped out of my arms and into the kitchen. Silvi climbed into my bed and wrapped her arms around my waist. I leaned up slightly and kissed her lips.
“I was thinking that maybe when Spencer got here we could go out to eat. Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere is good.” I said not looking at her.
“What’s wrong?” she said in an irritated tone.
“I need to be more careful but I’m not sure I can manage it. I mean, you know me.”
“That’s right. I know that you can do what ever you want as long as it’s important to you.” she said stroking my face. “Is staying with me important to you?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Then I know you can do it. And as soon as I can reach your social worker I can sign those legal papers and you can get into as much trouble as you want. ’K?” she said. I smiled up at her. I knew I wanted this woman to be my mother and I would go to great lengths to make sure it happens.