A/N: This is just a prologue that let's you know what's going on, so don't expect any Kirby yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own any fantabulous Kirby characters. Don't sue me; I need my education.

Summer break is supposed to be the best part of any teenager's life, that is, until said teen realizes they have nothing to do. That particular thirteen-year-old is, sadly, me. It's true the point of summer is not doing anything, but you try spending five hours staring at your ceiling, imagining patterns that will never show up.

I suppose this isn't my normal, monotone week. My super athlete of a sister is on a traveling softball team, getting ready for a national tournament. Since Valerie is going to college next year, my parents are going to support her by traveling to New York City from Hocking Hills, Ohio. Because we are strictly middle-class, I have to stay behind.

But all is not lost! My best friend, Mackenzie (a.k.a Mac) is keeping me company at my house, all alone. Of course the neighbors will check up on us for my 'rentals. Plus I'll be receiving about twenty phone calls per day, but hey, I'm not complaining. I haven't the slightest idea how this arrangement came to be, it was actually my parents' idea.

Despite all the outrageousness of my week, I still have nothing to do. Hopefully that will change…