Blurb
Kat is living the hard life, all around
Hopefully with a little bit of help from her old friends she might be able to sort it out, well ... maybe a lot of help and a lot of friends!
But she’s so used to the lower class life how will she take it when she eventually has a proper job and a salary coming in?
Chapter 1
In the Library
Oh my God I’m nearly at the end of the page, damn. What am I supposed to wear, this man is said to be drop dead gorgeous, I can’t turn up wearing my best jeans and a halter neck top. Which is getting slightly too tight around my bust, this is just not good enough. I ain’t turning up like a bloody tart!
What am I supposed to do with thirty quid a week from my parents? Which only just covers the monthly bills, and that doesn’t include food. I have ten quid in my pocket for dinner and I work on a hot dog stand, which only just brings in that ten quid a day.
That’s below the minimum wage for a kid let alone me, a twenty-three year old with a tiny basement flat.
Which has a bog and shower in the Bathroom and 5x4 metre … Wait for it … Kitchen/lounge/bedroom/main hall, yeh real grand, soo upper class ain’t I.
But it’s a good deal, £120 a month for gas, electric, and water, and I only have to fall down fourteen steps to land in front of my door and then empty my bags on the floor to find my hair slides because I lost my keys.
They said I could only have four keys because they need one for emergencies. In my last place I had six keys, lasted me a month they did, by that time I was off.
I ain’t paying £200 for a place that was only slightly better than this one.
It had a cupboard with a mattress, even better, and for free they said I can break into the next flat to use a working sink and shower, real posh wasn’t it.
Oh for god sake shut up Kat, yeh that’s me sorry forgot to introduce myself.
I’m Kat Verns, born and bred in Chippingsodberry. The name can sometimes match my attitude on a bad day.
“Can I have a hot dog with ketchup?” A costumer asked
“No, fuck off, I’m out of ketchup’”. That is a bad day, especially when they cover you in mustard, it’s real hard to wash out.
So anyway, I’m living in
I have to get up at three in the morning every day, except Sunday to be in
But if not I get home just before eleven pm and I have to be home then because they lock the doors, so the place is safe from the druggies and alcoholics that go around trashing every place in the street at twelve in the morning.
So that gives Bob time to get home.
Bob’s the security guard who opens the place at six am and closes it. This also means more work for me because then I have to climb out my bathroom window to get out in the morning ‘cause it’s the biggest window I have??
Ggggrrrr shut up Kat.
So I go to the library every Sunday to check emails and chat to my parents and old mates in Gloucestershire. But anyway as I was saying, I can’t turn up to a date with a drop dead gorgeous guy in cheap jeans and a small top. That’s just … not happening … I hope.
So that’s why I’m on EBay Dresses, I know that I’m going to a real posh place, I know … not quite me … lol.
But I am going to try my hardest to get a dress and preferably a long one. My legs are far too horrible for the living eye, even the dead would die … well … you know. Their bad, let’s leave it at that.
So Rox said I needed a man in my life, that’s typical of her since she started seeing this stuck up and well posh guy called Sir Joseph Rosingbury.
Well posh, I suppose if they get married she’ll be Lady Roxanne Rosingbury. Urgh … it’s already giving me the shivers and he’s not even thinking of getting his knee dirty for anyone yet, let alone Rox (for those who are a bit slow; I mean proposing, and for your sake, hurry up) and to make it even worse he calls her his mistress.
Rox says I shouldn’t call her Rox anymore only Roxanne. Aaaahh … even she is looking down her nose at me now. Sheash I’m only trying to live my life it’s not like I’m ruining her reputation … or am I?
Oh my god! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I really need to stop rabbiting on about my personal life. I’m sure your not interested in my life, it's literally all work no play anyway.
I mean who would be interested in my life? I have to go on a bloody blind date thing just to meet a guy!
Oh my god! What the hell! The computer just died on me and I never saved anything I was doing.
“Oh crap!”
Oh crap, did I just say that out loud, no I didn’t, I shouted it, damn it, oh no, the librarian is coming over to me now.
“Please be quiet whilst you are on the premises. If you wish to talk you may be excused but in future do not shout out like that please. Now was there a problem?”
Well… apart from you being the most stuck up cow I have ever met you mean!
“Yeh, the computer died on
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I get back, and it’s freezing because Bob said the heating has broken down, ha ... perfect timing. The coldest day of the bloody year and its buggered off now.
Rox is being a snob; she won’t talk to me at all because I ain’t up to her snobby standards. Well Lady high totty arse can piss off with her stick up the arse Sir Joseph Rosingbury totty arse. I don’t change for anyone especially a high totty arse.
I need a job. I mean a proper job, not on a hot dog stand. I want a job like Kels; she’s an environmentally friendly makeup scientist or something like that. But she tests makeup to see if they are environmentally friendly, and if they aren’t she creates an alternative and then sells it on to companies like
She makes a bloody fortune, so she has a perfect lifestyle and perfect hair to go with it, she’d kill me if she saw me like this.
I should call her. Ask her for some help, she’d love that. Me asking her for help, but I need her, now more than ever.
Ooh I have a package from mum and dad. What have I done now? They never send me anything apart from receipts from the bills they pay for me.
Oh my god, I can’t believe it ... its dead gorgeous ... I can’t believe it ... how did they know?
They’ve only sent me an absolutely drop dead gorgeous dress ... soo silky ... so smooth ... soo ... Short!
No ... no, this can’t be ... its too short, I ... I can’t wear it, it’s ... it’s too ... gorgeous to resist ... I’ll wear it for the interview that Kels will get for me for my new job . Eeek! I can’t wait.
But I’ll have to get some tights first ... god damn it ... stupid too short gorgeous dress!
I’ll call Kels in the morning. Stuff the hot dog stand ... I don’t have a boss anyway, so it belongs to me!
Now where did the sofa go? Aaargh found it! ... Zzzzz
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Oh my god I have such a headache, that sofa seems to be getting harder each night. I know I need to do something but I can’t remember what!
I better get into town. I got ... damn it! I’m three hours late! Damn it! Oh ... that’s it I got to call Kels haven’t I! So I need to remember where the nearest phone box is!
As I was making my way to
Anyway I fell onto Romany who is lucky enough to have had a seat. “Sorry, I didn’t realise my bag was in the way!”
She pauses whilst I get up again and regain my place at the stuffed pole.
Then suddenly she screams, “Oh My God! Kat is that you?”
And this happens to be right in my ear, so I’m holding my ear thinking ‘ouch’!
“Yes! Sorry, you are?” I say puzzled and half deaf.
“Don’t you remember me? It’s me Romany! Romany Dorsen!” she says with a broad smile on her face.
“Oh! Yeh! Oh of course! How have you been?” I ask politely still not knowing who she was!
“Well I got my scholarship at university for all that science crap and now I’m a qualified technician. but now I have finally been promoted to a paramedic but I have to move to some hospital in
Oh crap. This is part where I say I have a hot dog stand and live in a basement flat on Old Kent road. Then she feels sorry for me and is really sympathetic, but that ain’t going to happen. Well not if I can help it, I’ll just word it slightly differently.
“Well, I’ve been very busy on the streets advertising food samples and helping those in need or on the streets. I’m just on my way to the office to make a few phone calls and order in some new stock and staff!”
Well it’s sort of like that right I mean I sell hot dogs and sneaks a few to the homeless people, when they help me out.
“I was thinking of Piccadilly, you know it’s quite a nice place and not too cheap and tacky, and it’s near a nice station, so the disabled people can get there easily.”
Oh I remember her now, it’s ‘Ro’ from
“Well this is my stop! I might see you around Piccadilly sometime then!” I said as I pushed on the stiff bell with my finger and winced with pain.
Then she grabbed me by the arm making me and several other people tumble to the floor.
“I’ll come with you I want to visit a few shops and have a little walk first. Could you give me a small tour and then maybe I could see your office and where you work!”
Oh damn it! “I ... I ... I can’t ... I ... I’m really busy ... lots of paper works and ... phone calls to do! Sorry!” I shouted as I clambered of the bus and ran down the street to an alley.
I strolled over towards the phone box and slowly punched in Kels’ number but it went straight to answer phone,
“Hey this is Kels; I’m either asleep or at work at the moment. But if I gave you this number then you should have my office number as well. But if you wish you can leave a message and a contact number and I’ll call back soon!” beep.
“Hey Kels, its Kat here I ... I need your help ... would you be able to take a week off or something to come to
I decided I would get a cheap paper from the small shop around the corner and wait for the next bus back to Old Kent road. I suppose there are quite a few nice jobs going at the moment. But it’s the problem of time and travel I suppose.
I mean, I can’t get from Old Kent road to be at Trafalgar square by nine in the morning.
When the bus eventually came after almost two hours, I was starving and bursting for the toilet. However I was too distracted by the fact that the bus was almost half full and normally this is the busiest bus around. Though who am I to complain? I got a seat for once!
Crap my blind date thing is in three days and I still have nothing to wear. I can’t even call Rox for any help because she’s a stuck up snob now! What am I going to do?
I suppose ... I could wear the dress ... my parents sent me and that means I need to get off the bus at the next stop. Well I guess that will be ok seeing as I don’t really have a choice and I’m at Euston road now anyway so I can walk back from here.
As I get off the bus I realise that it’s raining ... hard ... damn it! I don’t even have a coat because it was sunny when I left the flat! Oh well looks like I’m going to have a run home!
I run into Primark soaking wet, literally dripping and go straight towards the socks and tights section. To find that there is no full length tights left, only the really high legged ones.
So I grab the last natural coloured pair and fight my ways towards the queue. Then I silently wait in the queue for at least twenty something minutes.
I successfully buy a pair of high leg stockings and you’ll be surprised to know that is an improvement!
Kels calls
I wake up at about three every morning, normally. So it’s really nice to be able to lie until nine. Which you may find quite early but nine am is when the real work starts.
And I seem to be loved by my parents again, because I have yet another package from them... might be some shoes to match the dress ... no way, Holy crap!
They must really love me! Or their moving away! I’m really worried now! They’ve only got me the newest mobile out now! Oh and a letter:
Dear Kat
We hope you liked the dress and we hope you love the phone. We remembered you emailing us about a blind date and not finding a dress so we thought we should help!
Your friend kels rang us last night and told us you were in a spot of trouble so we brought you a phone and put £10 on it, we gave the number to kels and then of course we have it too! We will call you today around mid-day! We want you to visit soon!
Talk to you soon!
With love
Mum & Dad
Well that was awfully thoughtful! But why do they want me to visit? I haven’t seen them since the accident. Several years ago!
Well I suppose I should be thrilled then, I mean their buying me gifts and asking for me to visit! But I guess it’s all a bit strange really! Lol!
Well I guess I need to do some cleaning in here! I can barely breathe. Its not that I have loads of junk or anything, in fact I have like a bin bag of stuff really.
I guess that’s why I find it so easy to move from place to place. So anyway, I don’t have loads of junk, I just don’t clean anything because I’m never in. But now that I am in I had better do some cleaning.
Kels will probably get me out of here in a matter of hours, she should sort people’s lives out for a living, and she’d earn more of a fortune, yes more.
After a few hours of cleaning, scrubbing and dusting the flat, I neatly fold all my clothes into a bin bag. It’s a perfect fit, and no wonder, I have to throw most of my clothes away because they have holes or are now too small. I’m finally growing! I haven’t grown since I was 16 years old, I’m amazed.
Damn I’ve lost my key and I’m locked in. Why does this keep happening to me? I can’t even find my hair slides, and I need to take the rubbish out.... I’m going to have to go through the window.
Great... the bag is stuck and some girl is giving me a weird look. I start to tug at the bag.
“Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?” she screams at me.
“What’s it to you?” I snap back, the bag is about to tear now.
“Oh crap ... a thief, a thief!” she starts screaming.
“What the hell are you on about? I live here you moron!” I scream back at the stupid cow.
“Then why are you pulling stuff out of a window? You thief! Have you got a phone I can borrow?”
“Because I lost my keys again, and it’s a rubbish bag. Why do you want a phone? Damn! Now look what you’ve done, the damn bags torn now.”
All the rubbish has gone all over my clean bathroom.
“Oh my god, look I’ll help you! It’s my fault anyways.” She says whilst slipping through my window.
“Why don’t you just use these hair slides to unlock the door?” she calls from my bathroom. Ok she’s great, how the hell did she find them?
After clearing all the rubbish and unlocking the door, I offered the girl a drink.
I found out her names
Then she told me she didn’t have a home, so I told her about Kels coming to help me out with a job and a new home and basically a new life.
I felt so sorry for
By mid-day,
America and I have arranged and agreement; the money her mum sends her weekly goes towards bills (I’m not going to break the law so I called the owner of the flats and he said he’ll have to raise the bills for two people and he’ll sort it out for me) and more food. As she has about £300 left in her bank for this week (she’s been sober all week, that’s out of £500), we are going food shopping after my parents have called and she’s had a nap.
When my parents called I told them all about
An hour later,
On our journey I learn a little more about
America lived in Chippingsodberry at some point as well and was in fact in my class at high school, until she moved with her mum and step dad, to Reading where she began her non stop partying and booze nights. Eventually her mum got fed up and kicked her out, but she agreed to help her out with money, so sends £500 a week to her bank account. Luckily
So I think she deserves to know about my previous job and what I’ve been doing for the past few years.
So we both learnt a lesson in how we act in our situations!
When we got back it was about six o clocks, so we made dinner (the first time I’ve ever made dinner in this flat), we had lasagne and salad and chatted about what Kels might have planned for us, very worrying.
At about nine o clocks, Kels called me;
Kels: hey how’ve you been?
Kat: well not that good! Since I had to call for help!
Kels: yeh I’m sorry to hear about that, I’m at work from
Kat: yeh that sounds like you! Ha ha
Kels: I checked at work and I can get the next three weeks off! Because I haven’t used my holiday time for a while. Would that be long enough?
Kat: That is perfect! Kels you’re a star. But you may want to get a hotel room for that time.
Kels: why? What place have you been stuck with?
Kat: well ... a tiny basement flat ... with a bathroom, with no bath, and a lounge/ kitchen/ hall/ bedroom!
Kels: I’ve certainly got a lot of work to do! What is your job?
Kat: well I have a hot dog stand. But I’ve quit! Because I was only getting £10 a day from it, which meant I wasn’t eating.
Kels: well that’s great! So you’re even unemployed. Great, I may need to bring my assistant, Yolinda.
Kat: that’s fine... Kels?
Kels: Yes?
Kat: you’re going to help me find a new place right?
Kels: Definitely. Why?
Kat: it may need to be a two bedroom place. Because I took in an old friend who had nowhere else to go!
Kels: Right! Who’s that then?
Kat: remember
Kels: she didn’t have anywhere to go? Oh my god! Does she have a job?
Kat: not really. She’s getting off the alcohol at the moment because she was an alcoholic! But she gets £500 a week from her mum.
Kels: oh dear! Right well I’ve got lots of work to prepare for then. What’s your address?
I told her my address and we arranged what time to meet then she had to go to arrange it with her assistant, Yolinda.
A week later Kels arrived with her assistant. Kels was a small woman, only about 5ft at the most, she had long dark brown hair, tied back into a slick ponytail, as it was a cold day she was wearing a long black cotton jacket from and some kind of designer jeans with a gold Gucci bag and her D&G glasses with the latest designer heels from Agent Provocateur. She looked like a WAG but then Kels has no time for men in her life.
Behind Kels was a tall woman with an amazing tan, and it looked natural, she had shoulder length brown hair, and she had to be at least 5ft 5 probably more, she must be Yolinda, and she was wearing a long white cardigan from M&S; underneath her cardigan was a small lilac vest, from New Look, and skinny jeans with knee high black boots over her jeans, and carrying a Jean Paul Gaultier bag. Obviously Yolinda’s been taking style advice from Kels. But what is this? On Yolinda’s wedding finger was an exquisite Brazilian amethyst and diamond ring. Wow someone has an expensive fiancé!
When Kels saw me she started screaming and hugged me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” she said to me after finally letting me go. I was wearing my blue tracksuit trousers and a purple vest, both for less than £5 in Asda; they were really showing her up.
“Hi Kels, it’s so good to see you. Don’t worry its just a few items I got from Asda.”
“You’re still shopping there? Oh my god! I’ve got that much to do have I?” she laughed.
Yolinda was standing next to the new looking Ford Fiesta Zetec Blue when Kels called her over, “this is Yolinda, my new assistant.” She said to
“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she said shaking my hand, “Kels has been talking about you non stop.”
“Well, that certainly sounds like my Kels then.” I replied laughing.
Yolinda then turned to
“No silly, I’m just Kats flat mate,”
Inside the flat, Kels was nosing around as
“I see you have been buying my new products.” She called from the bathroom. She must have been looking at my No7 make up.
“Oh yes I have sensitive skin so I really have no choice. As expensive as they are.” I replied from the kitchen.
“You should have said. I can give you a card that lets you get everything you buy in boots, half price.” She said as she came into the main room holding my new Sony Ericsson Z750i.
“I’m glad you got your phone though.”
“I was wondering where that went.” I laughed
“You really should be more careful Kat, otherwise there is no way we can help you.” said Yolinda from the sofa.
“You took the words right out of my mouth, Yol.” Laughed Kels
After a much needed cup of tea, we went to oxford street because Kels said she had to get me some new clothes; well I’m not exactly going to refuse am I?
We were in oxford for about 4 hours and went into several designer shops, which was a culture shock for me, but I refused to have anything that expensive. So in the end kels and Yolinda brought the expensive designer stuff whilst I chose things from top shop and new look and places like that.
Chapter 3
Let’s start from scratch
Kels has arranged several hundred interviews for me to go to over the next week, and even for
So far I have been to three failed interviews and Kels is not happy with me so has taken me to
Blurb
As she stood at the edge of the cliff, alone with only her guilt, her shame, and her god damn pride that brought her here in the first place. She looked across the land, the land which gave her a life, a reason to live. she doesnt deserve to live here, not really. She doesnt deserve the life she lives, that she built, not after the life she took away!
As she stood there, alone, she had nothing to her name, nothing left, this corpse is the reason, the main reason, why she lost it all, her family, her home, her friends, her job, her life! So she took his life, and buried it! Along with her past life and her pride. Why did this have to happen to her? Why today? Why at all? What did she do to deserve this? What was her life like? before this happened? well ... she ruled the world, pretty much! She was a world famous singer, actress, dancer, model and song writer. so pretty much a superstar! She was a legend in everyones eyes, she could do no wrong ! until the eleged scandelous 'kiss and tell' which ruined her life in every way possible ! i know what your thinking ; its only a 'kiss n tell' - theres no need to be so dramatic ! but this wasnt just a single 'kiss n tell' oh no this is way more than the title tells you; ...