Okay, this is my first attempt at a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, so please be kind.

Note: I do not own Pirates or its characters, yada yada yada...

When my alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. on a Thursday, I fully expected it to be just another day. My dog, Gator, jumped on the bed and started licking my face. I mean, COME ON!!! He's a dachshund, I don't even know how he GOT up there! I reluctantly rolled out of bed and staggered across the room to my closet. I took out some clothes, changed, and went to the bathroom. I peered at myself in the mirror. As usual, my thick, plain brown hair was a mess. I raked a brush through it and whacked a hair band around it.

After I got my contacts in I went downstairs and rummaged through the pantry for some sort of edible cereal. "MOM!" I yelled. "WHERE'S THE LIFE?"

"Your little sister ate the last of it yesterday," she replied from the dining room. "I haven't gotten to the store yet. Just eat some of that Kashi stuff."

"Great," I groaned, dragging the cereal box off the shelf.

"Honey, what are you WEARING?" my mom asked. I looked down at myself. Okay, so the red Pirates t-shirt didn't exactly match the pink sweat-pants and green socks.

"Mooomm," I whined. "It's not like ANYONE notices what I wear but you anyway."

"Hey, Helen...what are you wearing?" Holly asked, pushing by me into the pantry.

"Clothes," I grumbled.

"You look like a Valentine's day commercial!" Holly said, bursting into laughter. She thinks she's hilarious.

"Ha-ha, Holly."

"Holly, you can have Life if you want it."

"WHHHAAAT?"

"You need to eat healthier, Helen. I don't want you to be pudgy like I was when I was your age."

"Oh, but Holly-"

"We aren't discussing this anymore, young lady," Mom said firmly. Holly gave me a trademark evil smile-I stuck my tongue out at her.

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I was actually at the bus stop early. One of my friends, Alicia, was already there.

"Hey, Helen!" she called as I approached. I sort of waved, I think. My brain doesn't operate too well before six.

"What are you WEARING? Valentine's Day was last week," Alicia commented.

"It was just what was in my closet," I muttered.

"Oh, well." Alicia is quite the morning person. Darn her.

"Helen!" The other bus stop kid showed up. Ty. He was two years older than me and claimed to be a semi-professional wrestler. Of course, he'd only told me and Alicia, and sworn us to secrecy.

"Ty."

"Pink and-red?" he asked, surveying my outfit.

I groaned.

This story will have a point. Just sort of testing out my character first. Promise.