Monday, April 23, 2018

Truth & Lies Past & Present


Discover The Katy Lily Series By Author Katherine Rochholz

The First Book Available Now!

Truth and Lies Past and Present
Katherine Lillian Fitz had only known one type of world. . . one of hard living on the streets. Then she finds out she is a witch. Now she is thrown into a new world, her world, and for once she thought life would be better. But she was wrong. A dark force is out to kill her, and she is shocked to her core when she finds out how important to her life this person is. Will she be able to come out the victor with her innocence intact or will she once and for all lose the young innocence she has even though she had lived on the cold hard streets of New York? Only time will tell. . .
Ebook: http://www.amazon.com/Truth-Lies-Past-Present-Katy-ebook/dp/B005RXVMO8
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Excerpt: Copyright Katherine Rochholz All Rights Reserved

Chapter One: A New Beginning
A young child looked at the items in the store, she wished she had a family who loved and cared for her. She looked at her reflection in the store window, she saw her dark brown eyes, almost black, pop against her pale skin, she looked too thin, and she needed to find a place to clean up soon, her black hair had started to get a little greasy. Many people would say she was a pretty child, but still the one time she lived in an orphanage nobody wanted to adopt her. There had to be something wrong with her. To avoid drowning in her own self, she turned and watched the happy families all around as they prepared for the Christmas holiday. But it was more than just Christmas for her it would soon be her ninth birthday. She was born on December 20th 2002; she only knew this because her mother would try to celebrate, her mother would buy a cupcake each year and they would go down to the thrift store and pick up a toy, if they had one.
For as long as she could remember she lived on the streets. First with her mother, who died three year ago, then it was just her. Nobody seemed to notice a young girl who stole breads and fruits to live. She even went and sat in the classrooms at the public schools. Being in New York the teachers never seemed to notice an extra child, very rarely would she have to hide from the social workers at the school.
She walked along the streets, headed back to the spot where she set up a place to sleep, when she noticed an envelope, it was black as coal with scarlet lettering written upon it, and it lay upon the ground, it was addressed to her:
Katherine Lillian Fitz
The Street
New York City, NY USA
Katherine looked at the envelope, she didn’t know where it came from but her name was on it. She looked at the back, it was sealed with scarlet red wax, and Katherine noticed it was with an emblem. It was a pentagram; within each of the five points was a different, yet strange object and each point seemed to glow a different color. The pentagram contained a staff that glowed green, a dagger that glowed red, a cup that glowed light purple, a wand that glowed yellow, and an infinity symbol that glowed blue, and there was a large B in the center that seemed to glow with all of the colors. It was very strange, but nothing would have prepared Katherine for what was inside. She opened the letter and read:
Dear Katherine Lillian Fitz,
We are pleased to inform you, you have been accepted to Bridgett’s School for the Magical Arts. A school official will contact you within the coming days to take you to get your required school supplies. School starts for the new students on the third of January. This is a year round school. Please inform any guardians you may have, that their service will only be needed for school holidays if you wish to leave the school. We will be able to find you, just stay in New York.
Sincerely,
Lua Notte-Preto
Assistant Headmistress
Vive Pura Maxia Dentro
Katherine thought about the last sentence first. Stay in New York? Where else would she go? Next to the assistant headmistress’s name was the same seal as on the back of the envelope. Katherine wondered what those words meant under the name of the assistant headmistress. And what kind of horrible joke was this? Who knew her? She hoped it was not the state, they tend to put kids in to horrible foster homes; she had already escaped from one and did not wish to be placed in another. She made sure to sneak into a store washroom to wash every day, just in case what was written was real. Even though she knew magic was only in the movies, just like loving families, just like happy endings. Even though it might be a trick, she thought she might be able to trick whoever sent the letter into thinking she had some guardians already. It came to be her birthday and then Christmas, which both were uneventful for her, though she did manage to get a cupcake from a little corner store. She wished for a new life, for a home, for people who loved her. She knew it was silly, but there was still part of her that hoped the letter she found spoke the truth. So she was left to wonder when the ‘school official’ would show up.
But Katherine did not have to wait long for an answer; it was just before the New Year, on the twenty ninth, when a man walked up to her little box where she had lived for the last few years. He was tall, and one could tell he was white, but one could tell he spent time out in the sun, maybe he worked in a field, his eyes were a deep royal blue, and he had the same type of haircut that Katherine had heard referred as high and tight. But he did have a black goatee. He looked like he worked out a lot; and one could tell his nose, had been broken a time or two and was a little hooked. He seemed to be in his late teens or early twenty’s. He had to be at least six feet tall, and walked confidently down the street. Katherine had watched for people that seemed out of place and he sure fit the description, he wore a long black cloak with a red orange lining. There was an emblem on the cloak, it looked like a lizard sitting on flames, but it had a dagger for a tail. There were also three little pins around the emblem. He wore a long sleeve button down blood red shirt with a dark orange tie, black pants and a pair of black shoes. He couldn’t look more out of place if he tried.
“Katherine Lillian Fitz?” He asked as he looked down at her, he had stopped right in front of her.
Of course she was the only child right now in this part of the alley, there used to be a lot of others, but the state at the end of November came and took the kids from the alley. Katy had escaped them again by running when she saw them coming. Her first thought was to run this time as she looked up at the man, but her body wouldn’t move. It was like her heart knew something her mind didn’t, as her mind screamed ‘run’! Katherine didn’t know what to say, she looked up at him and though his voice was filled with compassion, she didn’t trust him. He was young; the type of person the state kept trying to send.
As if he sensed what she had thought, he continued. “I am not from the state. I am from Bridgett’s School for the Magical Arts. And no this is not a joke or a trick. Please do not run, I really don’t want to chase you around the streets of New York today.” He said with a crooked smile.
Katherine just looked at him, she didn’t want to remain on the streets and if this school was real, she would have a real home. Someplace warm to sleep at night and real meals. “Yes. I am Katy.” She didn’t say anymore.
“Hello, I am Antonio MacCathmhaoil Jr., pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand. Katy looked at it for a moment then took it and shook it.
“The letter said that you are going to take me to get my school supplies and uniforms. But I have no money how am I supposed to pay for it all? And what are those pins on your cloak? And what did those funny words mean at the end of the letter?” Katy had many more questions, mostly about the school supply list but she waited for the answers to the money question first.
Antonio smiled and answered. “There is a fund set up for students who have no financial means to pay; we give you a certain amount of money per term, to help buy all your uniforms, books and other supplies, each term. Generally until you are fifteen your supplies are delivered to you at the beginning of each term, unless of course you go home for the holidays, and of course except this first term where we go and purchase them. After you are fifteen however you can have them sent to you, or you can go buy them yourself, on your own if you like, as you should be able to teleport without issue by then.” He kept his smile in place the whole time, then taking her hand he walked to the corner. “And as far as the pins, they show I am in training, I just completed my ten years of under school, now I am focusing on what I want to do for the rest of my life. I plan on teaching one day. I am studying under the Pyrokinesis master, my elemental power is Fire, as well as the Potion and Healing master. So I have a bronze Tomoe, a bronze Cauldron and a bronze Asclepius wand. When I have finished my six additional years of study then they will be silver, and once I have practiced my trades and pass final exams, usually in another twenty years, they will be gold. Then I will be able to teach.” He said with a smug smile like he couldn’t wait for that day, but Katy thought that seemed be a very long time, and humans didn’t live very long. “I know you are thinking that may seem like a lot of studying and a lot of time but witches and warlocks usually live to be seven hundred and fifty or older, unless killed of course, our oldest witch alive is 1045 and the oldest warlock is 1025, of course the oldest on record was a witch who was 1565 when she died. So you see we have plenty of time to study and live. And the words at the end of the letter, that phase is our school motto it means ‘True Magic Lies Within’, it really just reminds us that even though we have an ability to perform magic, how strong and how it is used comes from the person’s soul.” They stopped all of a sudden. They were in the middle of nowhere, and the panic in Katy was started to pick up again, she feared that this really was a trick.
“Umm… sir, where are we?”
“Just an empty field for now, we are about to teleport, and the non-magical people can’t see us here.” Antonio just smiled at the confused look on Katy’s face. “Here, Katy Lily, just jump on my back and hold on tight, then we will be to our destination.”
Katy had some reservations but they seemed to fade when he smiled his crooked smile, and she had noticed he called her Katy Lily, she liked the sound of that, like they were friends. It was like he cared. Katy, with Antonio’s help, climbed on his back and hung on.
“Okay here we go!” He twisted in a circle and then the spot where they had stood was empty.
 
 

Monday, April 16, 2018

Existence Excerpt

Excerpt from Existence (working title may change)

1st scene of Existence, All Rights Reserved Copyright Katherine Rochholz


Blood. Blood. That was all she could think of, blood. She awoke and smelt the heavenly scent. She lunged. She heard the deep chuckle behind her, but she ignored it. As the blood hit her tongue memories came back.

Her father had sold her like cattle. He called an arranged marriage, but she knew the truth. Her father had so many debts all he had were his daughters. It had been her wedding night. Pain had been all she knew before she gave in to the blissful blackness.

Then blood. She dropped what she now saw was a body of a servant girl. She turned to the chuckle. Her husband.

"Welcome to immortality my pet." He grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. "I am sure I will enjoy it." He gave a dark chuckle. "After all Ottilie, you are my wife."

Ottilie Rayne Alexander-James swore one day she would kill this mans who had taken her life.


Monday, March 19, 2018

Yearly Plan

This is the plan of attack for this year!

March:


April:


May:


June:


July:


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September:


October:


November: NaNoWriMo TBD

December:

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts



Excerpts about Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts!
All Rights Reserved Katherine Rochholz 

Excerpt 1:


Oreic smiled out to the students once more.  “And last but not least Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts from South America with Headmaster Sebastian Torres!”
            Everybody looked toward the doors and as they opened and the students marched to the front.  They were all dressed in finery that befitted their houses.  When they stopped at the front and lined up they all took a bow and then lifted their wands and in their element they all created the school emblem and motto: Magic is Art. Magic is Passion.  It was quite impressive.  Fire and Air making up Magic and Art, and Magic and Passion made up by Earth and Water and is, both of them, made up by Spirit.  And they flowed together in harmony.  That did take a feat of magic to create. Their headmaster then snapped his fingers and flames, lightening, dirt, visible wisps of wind, and waves all crashed into the letters and exploded them into the emblem of the pentagram with the school name Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts. The man held it for a moment before waving his wand to vanish the creation. The headmaster had this free living style, he kind of reminded people of a hippie, he had bell bottom black dress pants, with a white flowing shirt and a leather vest, his long hair in a ponytail. They took a bow and then took their seats.
 

 Excerpt 2:

The hall quieted once more and Oeric raised his hands. “Master Marcus Aurelius Marci f. Cornelius n. tribu Galeria Scipio Pius,” and wasn’t that name getting annoying, sometimes traditions seem to be created to annoy people. “We ask you to name the students chosen from Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts.” The hand did it’s now so amazing spin and flatten routine, and a ball of snow blue energy formed and called out the first name; ‘Lucas Sosa, Earth.’
            The sixth year stood up and he was tall. He had sepia skin and his eyes were a reddish terra cotta color. He walked with confidence. This person knew his power and knew what he could do. The question was, would that be his downfall?
            The next name was called before Katy could watch Lucas more, something about his magic made him stick out; and she wanted to know why.
            ‘Arthur Ramero, Air.’ The sixth year walked up and took his spot next to Lucas. Arthur chatted with him for a few seconds. Katy saw the white outline of power outline the yellowish color of his aura. It matched his dusty sand colored eyes that had a white pupil instead of black. His hair was also stark white but the tips that glazed his shoulders, those were a deep yellow color.
            ‘Mariana Flores, Spirit.’ Was the next name called and Katy looked to where the ninth year girl stood up from the ninth year table. Her skin was a golden tawny color and her hair was dark amber with sun kissed streaks. Her eyes through held the color of bluish purple lighting. Her power showed in her eyes, it was as if white diamond lightning bolts were shooting through them at a constant rate, much like high static heat lightning. She would go far, Katy was sure of it.
            The next name was shot out of the hand. ‘Camila Ruiz, Fire.’ The seventh year girl stood up and stood out. Her hair was styled in a flame shaped beehive, quite eccentric, it started out at the bottom red and then going into oranges and then yellows and then lightest of blues, and the tip was white, much like a reversed flame. Her eyes were orchre color with more red in the undertones. She was proud of her element and wasn’t afraid to show it.
            “She isn’t afraid to let her Fire Pride roar.” Katy chuckled.
            Gaivan nodded. “Well, you went and got this rainbow hairdo. Though I am glad you didn’t cut it. You would look strange in short hair.”
            “Yeah, I was going to but I have always had long hair. Maybe I should have done something like that.” She stated.
            “No! I mean, the rainbow is cool, but that is a lot of bleaching and dying and it would ruin your hair. I heard mom talk about it.” Gaivan shrugged it off.
            Katy gave him a look but turned back to the front, as Gaivan berated himself in his head. ‘Smart one Gaivan. Why don’t you just confess your feelings. You are only thirteen for goodness sakes.’
            The next and last name for Salvador’s was called; ‘Rafael Herrera, Water.’  The eighth year boy stood up and moved to the front with the rest of his group. He wasn’t the type to pop out at you. But there was a silent danger from him. The type that came out from the shadows before you know what hit you. He was tall, muscled but not bulky, he had crew cut and his eyes were his defining feature, they were white. Pure white. There was not a speck of color in them, even from blood vessels. There was a flow of power crashing like waves around him. And suddenly Salvador’s team felt like the one to beat, even over Cleopatra’s.
            Oeric smiled. “And there we have the team for Salvador’s School of Fine Magical Arts!” With that announcement Headmaster Sebastian Torres danced, and there was no other word for the way he moved, his team over to their table.


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Excerpt Elemental Mazes Chapter 1

Excerpt Elemental Mazes



“Beneath The Pressure of Torments Such As These,
The Feeble Remnant of The Good Within Me Succumbed.  Evil Thoughts Became My Sole Intimates—
The Darkest And Most Evil Of Thoughts."
~Edgar Allan Poe
 

Chapter 1
All Rights Reserved



Chapter One: Obsessive Preparation

            Death comes with the Elemental Mazes.  That is what the sentence was on the editorial Katy was reading about the tournament that the magical world has never gotten rid of, no matter the body count.  Katy wondered about the mazes.  How could she not?  They were deadly and she knew Senka was up to something with them.  Somehow she knew she would end up in this tournament.  She frowned as she pulled another book of plants and creatures toward her.  Basically, there were seven mazes.  Each maze the contestants had two months to get through and survive.  For the next seven terms, their lives would be the mazes.  Each school created a maze based on their country and stocked it with plants and animals and creatures native to their lands.  The goal is to get to the center of the maze where they would find the key to unlocking the next maze.  If at the end of the two months they hadn’t found the key they would be out of the contest.  There were five teams of two per school.  One for each element.  Katy sighed.  She did not know the order but she had a feeling that Bridgette’s would be last.  She tried to figure out if she could get the order right.  She figured Europe followed by Africa, then Asia and Australia, and then they would go down to Antarctica.  Now Antarctica would be hard for most people.  She had to figure out more about that location.  After all, they could only bring what could fit in one bag with them into each maze.  After Antarctica, she figured South America and then finishing in North America.  She figured Bridgett’s would be last because they were the main host for the event.  Meaning that everyone from the other schools who wanted, and had permission, to enter would come for a kickoff celebration, something Katy was not looking forward too.
            Antonio Sr. came into the room where Katy was going through her books.  “Katy?”
            “Just preparing for the mazes,” Katy responded.
            “I wish you would not enter.”
            “I must.  Senka already has stated that she is going to try something.  I would rather not have an innocent death on my mind.  Look… Dad… It is just that I cannot for the life of me see how that being… that Senka was my mother.  I lived with her on the streets.  Moving from place to place.  Everything I know about living on the streets I learned from her and from those she introduced me to.  She kept me alive.  All we had was each other and then she left me.  I hated her for it.  I hated her for dying.  But then to find out she is alive…”   Katy turned her head to hide the tears. 
            Antonio Sr. sighed and moved over to Katy’s side.  “I am so sorry you have to feel this pain little one.  I am so sorry that she did this to you.”
            “It is not your fault dad.  I just… I hate her.  More than when I thought she died on me.  I hate her and I am afraid what that could mean.”  Katy finally told him what she felt.
            Antonio Sr. moved and picked up his twelve-year-old daughter.  “I know Katy Lily.  I know what you fear.  But you cannot become that dark.  That evil.”
            “How do you know?”
            “Because you fear it.  If you did not fear it then we could be worried.  But you know what you want out of life.  You know what you want to do.  Even if you do not think so.  Your magic and your heart will lead you to do what you feel is right.”
            “And it is right to hate her?”
            “It is right to feel resentment.  After all, she was all you had on those streets and she abandoned you.”
            “But it is so deep in my heart this hate.  The fact I feel anything for this being is proof I still care…”  Katy sighed.  “She was all I had.  All that I knew until she faked her death.  I had to find my way through this world alone for too long.  No matter how much I want to, I cannot leave those fears behind.  I had to fight through that pain of being alone, I had to find a strength to exist, to live; one I should not have had to find.”
            Antonio Sr. sighed, “look, Katy Lily, I will be here for you, your mom will be here for you.  Katy, you are now a MacCathmhaoil.”
            Katy sighed. “Please do not ever leave me,” Katy whispered.  “I know one day I will push at you.  It is my way, I will claim I do not need you, but whatever you do, please dad... Do not ever leave me.”
            Antonio Sr. hugged his daughter close.  “Nothing you do will ever make me abandon you, Katy.  One day I might die, I might even be killed in the coming war, but until the end of time I still will be with you.”  He hugged her and kissed her.  “But I will never willingly leave you in this world alone.”
            Katy took his comfort.  She did not say anything more.  She did not need to say anything.  The man she saw as her dad just promised never to leave her.  As long as it was in his power.  She closed her eyes as she knew so much could happen in this coming war and she might not be able to stop the people from leaving her.  But would she continue to push them away or could she, for once, allow the pain that was to come.  But for this moment she did not want to think about it, for this moment she was just going to focus on the fact that her dad told her he would not leave her.
            Antonio Sr. tucked her in after she had fallen asleep.  He picked up the book she was reading and sighed.  Past tournaments.  She had Edgar’s bookmarked.  He hoped it was not as bad as that one.  That had been brutal.  In the end, only seven made it out alive and three to the end.  He shuddered at the thought of this tournament.  He did not want his daughter in the blasted thing.  But she had her own mind.  And even if he did refuse to sign the permission slip, Lua and Oeric both retained rights to sign on it.  It was part of the guardianship agreement.
            Sandra saw her husband’s distress as he came into the living room.  “Antonio?”
            “I do not want Katy in that blasted tournament Sandra.”  He stated as he sat down next to his wife and pulled her close. 
            Sandra sighed.  “I do not either.  But it is her choice, Antonio.  And she is right about Senka, she will not give up.  Until Katy is by her side or dead.”
            Antonio Sr. glared at her.  “My daughter will not join that being!  And it will be over my dead body before I allow that thing to kill Katy.”  He hissed.
            Sandra rolled her eyes.  “I will not let that woman take our daughter.  I will die first.  And of course, Katy would not join her.  Katy is a MacCathmhaoil.  She would rather die than join Senka.  And just like the rest of this family she will stand and fight.”
            Antonio sat back.  “I just wish we did not have to fight…”
            Sandra did not answer because there was no answer.  What could she say that has not already been said?  She knew her family was right in the center of this war that was brewing and there was nothing they could do short of selling their souls to get out of the death that was coming their way.
            Katy was up the next day and sitting at the kitchen table with her books again.  She sighed.  She did not want to be part of this tournament but she had to try.  If she was not picked, she was not picked, but if she was… well all things happened for a reason.  She closed her eyes.  “Powers that Be, I need you to tell what to do here.  You sent me back from death for a reason, what is that reason?  Is it to fight this war?  To die in this war? Goodness died last time to destroy Darkness and look, Darkness has returned.  Why go through all this when Darkness just comes back?”  She sighed.  She did not expect an answer.  “I do not want to have to think about this!”  She suddenly yelled out loud.  “Help me!  Help me please!  This world is chaos!  Darkness hounds my every move!  She is even in my blood!”
            Sandra and Antonio Sr. ran into the kitchen and both were at her side.  They were holding her and cooing in her ear hoping to calm her down.  Her magic was threatening to overpower her.  “Calm down baby.”  Sandra cooed.
            “Why do we not get out of a world gone mad?  Help me please.  I need you tell me even if it is a lie that this will all work out.  Tell me we will make it through this, please you have to tell me.”  Katy cried.
            Sandra held Katy close.  “Oh Baby, let us worry for now.  Why don’t you go get some rest?  Listen to your music, read your favorite books.  Just let go of the chaos for a little bit and it will be all okay.  Child, I promise you that even if we get our hearts broken, in the end everything will work out.  I promise.”
            “How could it get so bad?”  Katy whispered.
            “I don’t know but everything will work out.”  Antonio Sr. stated.  “Now go get some rest little one.”  He kissed her head.
            Sandra smiled and kissed her cheek.  “Go on.”
            Katy sighed and nodded.  “Okay mom and dad.”  Katy did not want to think anymore.  She had been thinking of her mother, her father, her new parents and the mess her life was and how magic at first was amazing but it was causing her more issues than it was worth at times.  She snorted.  Both a blessing and a curse.  But sometimes she had problems remembering the good outweighed the bad.  And it did.  It so much outweighed the bad.  She found a family.  A true one.  She had a brother.  A new mom, a dad.  She had a best friend.  She had his family.  She had a family.  A real one.  One that she used to see on the television as she stood outside those electronic stores and stared in envy at the people playing out being a family.  Traditional family or not.  But now she had her own family.  And she was for once starting to feel happy.  And opening up and letting people in; it was always something she had problems with, but it was easier now.  Getting easier to be a bit more social.  She went to her stereo and slammed it on and put on her favorite playlist.  She turned up her music and started to bounce around the room.  She did not want to think.  And music helped her block out her thoughts.  After all people do not change in time.  No matter what they say.  Everybody is prying into her life.   Her choices and here she was twelve years old and she had figured out that people do not change.  People live, they learn, they fight, they die.  And she was determined to live.  Her family was all she had and she would fight and die for them.  She could not keep stressing out about what might happen!  She bounced around her room with her music blaring.  She smiled.  Right now in this moment she did not have to worry.  In this moment she could just be.  She turned it up more and took her hair brush and started using it as a mic singing along.  She smiled.  She would not let her mother be the cause of any more nights wasted crying for her.  No more lonely nights.  She had a family now.  She smiled. 
Sandra and Antonio Sr. smiled as they watched her, for as mature as she was, due to having to grow up quickly, they were happy to know she still could act like a child.
Katy suddenly stopped dancing and looked at herself.  She was wearing black pants and a blouse.  She suddenly wanted a change.  She felt she had no control of her life.  But she could control her style.  “Mom!  Can we go shopping?”  She yelled as she turned around not seeing Sandra and Antonio Sr. standing at her door.
Sandra smiled.  “Of course.  Why?”
“I need a new style.”  She stated as she grabbed the little purse that Sandra had given her.  “And I want to dye my hair the color of the elements.”  She stated.
Antonio Sr. looked torn.  “You are twelve.”
Sandra rolled her eyes.  “Yes and all twelve year olds find themselves.  Let’s go sweetie.”  Sandra smiled as she kissed her husband’s cheek and left with her daughter in hand.
            Katy was biting her lip.  She had always been proper. Dress pants, cute girly dresses, blouses, but she was looking at the styles in the store that Sandra had taken her too and she did not want to be proper.  She wanted to be more of rebel.  She smirked.  She grabbed some ripped jeans and rock shirts and a leather jacket.  She went to the dressing room.  She tried on the black ripped jeans and the tee shirt putting on the black rocker boots and the black leather silver studded jacket.  She smiled.  This was it.  This reinvented self-image.  This she could control.  She walked out and smiled at Sandra.  “What do you think mom?”
            Sandra smiled.  “It is a very nice style.  I went through a similar phase when Antonio was a child.  Come on; let’s go pick up a few more pairs of jeans and a bunch of tee shirts!”  Sandra took her hand and helped Katy fill the shopping cart with everything she needed for clothes.
            Katy was staring at the make-up.  She had heard the older girls talk about it in the dorms.  She tilted her head.  It would help with her new look.  But she did not want people to think she was using it to look different for them.  She shook her head.  She did not need that she was twelve.  The dying of her hair and the new clothes were enough for now.  Maybe when she was older.  She smiled and bounced over to Sandra and handed her the last of her band shirts.
            Sandra watched Katy look at the make-up.  She knew girls were wearing it younger nowadays but she wanted Katy to wait a bit longer.  At least into her teen years.  Fifteen preferably before she wore make-up, besides maybe a bit of lip gloss.  She was letting her dye her hair because she understood that she felt she had no control over her life and needed to control something.  This was simple.  New clothes, new hair style.  It was simple and controllable.  And temporary.  Sandra smiled as they went into the hair salon.
            Katy looked up at Linda’s Hair Salon.  The woman inside was eccentric to say the least.  She had long blonde hair that went to the floor and wore a gypsy skirt and peasant blouse.  She was barefoot and had her arms full of bangles and bells.  Katy blinked. 
            Linda smiled as she saw Sandra and her little girl walk in.  “Sandra!  Lovely to see you again my dear!  And this must be Katy!”
            Sandra smiled. “Yes Linda this is Katy.  I think a trim and layer and then she wants to dye her hair in layers, the colors of the elements.  Red as the primary as she is a Fire elemental, followed by…”  Sandra looked at Katy.
            “Spirit, because Sandra is Spirit, then Air because Riley is Air, then Earth because Lua and Aaliyah, finally Water for Haley.”  Katy stated.
            Linda smiled.  “Wonderful!  I love layered jobs!  Let’s get you into the seat!”  Linda escorted Katy to a seat and soon had her spun around and trimming and layering her hair like a mad woman while talking a million miles a minute. 
            Katy could not keep up, but she did not think she was expected to, as Linda just kept going without waiting for responses.  Katy was impressed though with her ability to not have to breathe while talking.
            It was hours later but finally Katy was staring into the mirror.  Her hair was in waves and layers, and she could see all the colors, even if they were all layered.  She stood there looking like a little rocking rebel but still had this innocence that only a child could have.  She smiled.  This was something she could control.  No matter what.  Because since the coloring was magical her hair would grow that color for a year before having to be redone.  She smiled as she finally felt in control of something.  After all right now it was Senka who had the upper hand in this war that was brewing.  At least until Katy could figure a way to match her biological mother’s knowledge.
            Antonio Sr. watched as his wife and daughter walked back into the house and had to raise an eyebrow at Katy, but smiled.  He saw Sandra mouth to compliment her.  “Katy, that look suits you.  It has a lot of personality and passion.  Just like you do.”  Antonio Sr. hugged Katy.  “How about we go put away your new clothes?”
            Katy smiled.  “Sure dad!”  She smiled and took the bags and bounced out of the room towards her bedroom and started putting away her clothes as her dad and mom came in to help.  She smiled at them.  This was her family.  And for them she would do anything, even fight a war she does not want to fight.  And to do that she had to come up with a way to have an advantage in the mazes.