“Surviving the Fog — Kathy’s Recollections” by Stan Morris

KathyWhat is your story?

Surviving the Fog-Kathy’s Recollections. These crazy people started a camp that was supposed to preach sexual abstinence, but at the same time teach us about methods of birth control. Who would send their kid to a camp like that? Answer; my parents. Of course, by doing this, they saved my life.

Who are you?

My name is Kathy. I’m fourteen. And a half. I was born in Clayton Valley, California, and until I was sent to this camp, I was living in Morgan Hill, California, which is a bedroom community south of San Jose.

Are you the hero of your own story?

I’m not really sure there are heroes in this story. I am the narrator. Mike might be the hero. If we stay alive, it will probably be due to him and his gang; the Spears.

What is your problem in the story?

My main problem is that I’m trapped in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, with forty eight other teenagers, by a mysterious brown fog that seems to be covering the earth below us. We don’t have enough food, and we don’t have any place to live when winter arrives. And if that’s not bad enough, our camp was attacked by some bad men. I know one boy is dead, and two girls have been kidnapped.

Do you embrace conflict?

No way! The biggest conflict I want is my Mom telling me to put down my ereader and go to bed. If my Mom and Dad were still alive, I would do anything they told me to do.

Do you run from conflict?

Yes. When we were told to run across the bridge to safety, I ran as far as I could.

How do you see yourself?

I’m blond, blued eyed, and about sixty two inches. Sorry, I don’t know what that is in centimeters. I’m not really that good at math. I shy, and I don’t really like to be around boys that much. They’re too loud, and sometimes they look at you weird.

How do your enemies see you?

Well, Dumb Douglas calls me Scardy-Cat, and now a lot of the other boys are calling me that, too. I didn’t cry that much, and I’ve made a promise to myself that I’m not going to cry anymore.

Do you have a goal?

Staying alive would be nice.

What are your achievements?

Achievements? Well, I one day I got sick of how the kitchen was so filthy. No one was doing the dishes, and there were Styrofoam plates and bowls left on the counter along with utensils. I started cleaning, and some other girls and boys came in, and they saw me cleaning, so they started helping too. It was totally clean when we finished, and I think that boosted everyone’s morale. The Chief gave me the responsibility of creating a cleaning roster, so now it’s always clean.

There was a big knot on one of the wood slats that surround the girls’ shower, and someone, probably, Dumb Douglas, made a little hole next to it with an ice pick. That loosened the knot, and when some stupid boy put his thumb on it one day, it popped out. Desi and Erin were really pis… angry, because they were in the shower at the time. Desi told the Chief that he had better fix it, or else, and when he and John couldn’t figure out how to do so, I showed them how. My Dad taught me that. It wasn’t really that hard. They just had to attach the knot to a piece of wood and screw the wood to the surrounding slats.

What do you want?

I want to be back home, listening to my brother and sister fight over what cartoon to watch. I want to hear my mother scolding my father for caressing her in the kitchen instead of waiting until they were in their bedroom. That used to make me uncomfortable, but it wouldn’t now.

What do you need?

Everything. More food would be nice. Some adults that were kind to us instead of killing us would be great. At the moment, I would really like to know where the Chief is, and if he and the Spears have rescued Jackie and Maria.

What do you want to be?


What makes you happy?

I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again.

What makes you angry?

Well… I know this is weird, and I know it’s stupid, but I’m angry at my parents for dying. I’m angry at everything.

What, if anything, haunts you?

Okay, this is embarrassing, but sometimes I wake up from a dream where my parents DIDN’T send me to this camp, and I know I’m going to die when the Fog comes. I feel so ashamed when that happens.

Are you lucky?

I’m still alive. I suppose that counts.

Have you ever had an adventure?

Oh, I’ve had an adventure, all right. I just wish it would stop.

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