Who is Mona Lisa

School was not much better, Kate decided, even though the day had barely started. Ever since she moved here, she felt like she didn't belong, and she dreaded going to school. Kate didn't feel like she fit in. She was average academically at school, her only favorite sport was volleyball, the rest she didn't enjoy, and while she was pretty, she felt she didn't stand out in the crowd. There were little groups in this school, and Kate didn't fit into any of them. In school, she was pretty much invisible. And being invisible wasn't much fun.

It didn't help that the morning started out bad. Kate had left her homework in the back of the Cadillac. She thought of this as she was walking into the school. It was a cold morning. She wished she wore a hat. Her long, blonde hair was flying loose. She tucked it under the collar of her coat. Kate squeezed her brown suede jacket around her, thinking that the Cadillac was probably still stuck behind the school bus. One look back at the parking lot made her realize it wasn't worth it to try and chase after her parents' car to get her schoolwork.

The only good part of the day for Kate was art class, where they each had picked a favorite piece of old artwork and were making their own version of it. Kate was painting Mona Lisa. She frowned at her classmate Gina who kept touching Kate's artwork while it was still wet, trying to be funny. She was funny most of the time, and her hazel eyes sparkled with hidden laughter, but this was not it.