Hey guys! I'm trying to write a fanfic. Seriously, this'll suck. So… if after you've read the 1st chapter, and you hated it, then don't read the following chappies, got it. Deep breath, inhale, exhale. Okay, here goes!

"MICHELLE!" I was instantly woken up be the shrill voice that practically woke up the whole state. I groaned.

I'm Michelle Torres (I would like to be called Mitchie, thank you). And welcome to my life. I'm a maid at my house. I know what you're thinking, why would someone make a sixteen year old girl a maid? I sometimes ask that to myself. It's my stepmother who has enough nerve to do that.

My mom had died when I was about ten years old. Then my dad remarried. To this evil woman named Jacquelyn. All she wanted was dad's money. She had pretended she loved him. Then he died. He really did love me.

Okay, back to reality. Jacquelyn greeted me outside my room with a scowl on her face. "Do you know what time it is?" She asked me, angrily.

"Um…" I stammered. Well, I'm sorry for not having a watch! I wanted to yell in her face

"8: 29! If you don't cook breakfast any sooner, Jessica will be late for her singing classes and Amanda's dance instructor won't wait forever!" she groaned "What are you doing here just standing? Go, you lazy brat!"

I sighed. I simply ran downstairs and started breakfast. I wish Dad were here to see all of this I thought wistfully.

Well, this is just another normal day for me…

A few hours later, everyone had left the house. I decided to sneak out a little.

I only had one friend. Caitlyn Gellar. She had been with me through everything. And I mean everything.

From my mom's death to Jacquelyn. Yep, Miss Gellar's that a true friend.

I rang the doorbell. "Hey, Mitch!" a very cheery Caitlyn greeted me.

"Hey," I said "How's the music?"

"Great!" she said.

"Did a happy bunny puke on your cereal today?" I asked.

"No, just in a good mood" she giggled. She rarely giggles.

"Oh-kay" I said.

"How's Jackie treatin' ya?" Caitlyn asked me.

"Um… fine" I lied

"Okay, I'll tell you!" she shouted.

I laughed. Sometimes Caitlyn just needed to burst.

"You know the interview I had last week?" she asked "The one for that teen club downtown?" I nodded.

Caitlyn wanted this job to be a DJ. She had sent CDs, and mp3 files. And by her jumpiness, I could tell that she had gotten the job.

"You had gotten the job?" I smiled

"Yes!" she squealed. I hugged her.

Caitlyn's getting closer and closer to her dream.

I just wonder how long I'll get close to mine.

Sooo, there you have it. R&R people!

Does it suck? Is it crapful (Made this up)? Or is it just plain bad?