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Kat on Assignment Pt. 3

Read Parts One and Two of this story.

“So, does this happen a lot?” Kat said, pulling the first aid kit down from the top shelf. 

 A layer of fine dust covered it. There weren’t a lot of mini-golf related injuries. 

 Jeremy shrugged. “I guess so.”

He looked so small, sitting in a folding chair, clearly wishing he’d bolted before Kat had brought him inside. His demeanor was suspicious bordering on defiant, as though he wasn’t willing to believe Kat wanted nothing more than to help. 

“Why do they pick on you?” she asked as she lined up the supplies she needed.

“I dunno,” he said. “Because I exist.”

“Yeah, well, since that’s not going to change anytime soon,” Kat said, opening a packet with an alcohol wipe, “maybe you should take some self-defense classes. This might sting.”

She gently dabbed the wound, expecting Jeremy to squirm, but he didn’t so much as flinch.

“I could defend myself if I wanted,” he said, his jaw tight. “Then they’d really be sorry.”

“What do you mean?” she said, trying to keep her tone light while she opened a packet of antibacterial ointment. 

He wouldn’t be the first bullied kid to take revenge using a weapon, possibly hurting others in the process. 

“Nothing,” he muttered. “I wouldn’t do it anyway.”

“That’s good,” she said. “I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

His mouth twisted into a sneer. 

“I’d be fine,” he said. “They promised me that.”

The hairs on the back of Kat’s neck rose. They?

Go slow, Kat. The only thing you know for sure is that he needs help. No way to know for sure what kind of help. Yet.

“Well, then, it’s a good thing you’re too nice a kid to really want to hurt anyone,” she said, squeezing the packet over Jeremy’s wound.

“I’m not a kid,” he said, jerking his hand away, leaving a trail of gooey ointment on the floor.

 Dumb, Kat, she thought. Kids never liked to be called kids.

 “Sorry,” she said, grabbing a paper towel, then squatting down to wipe up the mess. 

She slid the towel across the dirty linoleum and was about to stand when something caught her eye. Jeremy was wearing flip-flops, and there on the top of his foot… 

 A Mark. 

Kat’s pulse quickened and she looked up, looking into the eyes of the small, scared, dangerous boy in front of her.

 “Ki–Jeremy, your life is about to get so much better.”

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Kat on Assignment Pt. 2

To read Part One of this story, click here.

Kat spun the trash bag and looped it around to tie it. Castle Park was quiet, save for the sound of mariachi music coming from the small radio Jorge kept on his cart as he mopped the floors.

All she had left was take out the trash and vacuum up the popcorn and potato chips from the carpeted areas and she could take off for the night. Just after midnight on a Friday night and all she wanted to do was take bath and go to bed. This job was aging her. Not the being a Guardian part–that was fun–but all the stuff that came with it, like working at an arcade. She’d never regretted her decision to follow in her father’s footsteps, but she had definitely been disappointed with how unexciting her day-to-day life was.

Trash bag in hand, she opened the back door and heard a commotion around the corner. She tossed the bag in the dumpster on her way past, and went to investigate.

“Stop coming here, freak!” A teenage boy said as he kicked a younger boy who was already on the ground.

Two other teenage boys shouted encouragement.

“Hey!” Kat said. “Knock it off.”

She stepped between the prostrate boy and the other three.

“Or what?” said one of the boys, just as another said, “Mind your business, bitch.”

Kat began to tingle all over.

“Excuse me?” She said, stepping toward the boy who had cursed at her. “What did you call me?”

“You heard me,” he said. “I told you to mind your business… bitch.”

He wasn’t the first guy to call her that, and she hoped he wouldn’t be the last, but it was the smug way he said it… She smiled. Continue reading


Kat on Assignment Pt. 1

     Kat stopped wiping the counter of the snack bar long enough to inspect her manicure. Hopeless, she thought to herself. This job sucks.
     It wasn’t just her ruined manicure that had her hating life. Dressed head to toe in polyester–black slacks and black and white striped shirt–she was made to look like a referee. Granted, on more than one occasion the whistle that completed the ensemble had been useful to break up an argument over whose turn it was next, but otherwise all that synthetic fabric made her itch.
     Not that I’ve got anyone to impress, she thought, surveying the crowd at Sherman Oaks Castle Park.With 18 holes of miniature golf and all the latest video games, it’s fun for the whole family! Or so the website proclaimed. Kat couldn’t imagine herself ever having enjoyed spending an evening mini-golfing with her parents. The thought of her very cerebral mother trying to hit a ball into a windmill made her chuckle, though, and she wished her parents were in the country so she could see her try.
     It was Friday night which meant a) there were as many adults as kids, b) it was noisy beyond belief with bells, buzzers, and Dance Dance Revolution being played nonstop, and c) she’d be working too late to meet up with that cute girl she’d met the day before while she was out running.