If he thought he could just walk into my life and be my prince charming after all the shit he had put me through, he was wrong.

Do you hate alarm clocks? Because I know do. Especially the one on my Blackberry. It is probably the most annoying thing I have ever heard in my life.

And no matter how many times you think that maybe if you close your eyes the noise will go away, you're so wrong.

Because the noise dies down for three seconds before getting six times louder.

So just in case you were ever wondering Kendall Florence Conner HATES alarm clocks, especially the ones on Blackberrys.

I groaned as I pushed myself out of bed and fumbled around my bedroom, remembering how to walk. I yelped and murmured a quick merde (the only word I KNEW in French) under my breath.

I was thankful I had showered last night, not only had it let me go to bed last night earlier, but my hair had dried nicely, keeping the same shape of the blowout that I'd gotten a couple of days before.

My Blackberry buzzed on my nightstand and I rushed over and checked it.

Dude, first day of freshman year. I can't wait to see you! Well, I can't wait to see what you look like now! The IM convos are not enough description. Especially not with you trying to be all discrete. Me, Josh, Luke, and Ronnie will be at your house at 7:30 so be ready, betch. 3 your bestest friend (idgaf what Ronnie says we've known each other since the first day of your first year at La Get Me The Fuck Out Of Here Middle School) Cassie

I laughed to myself as I read the crude, but Cassie-filled BBM. I typed back a quick "kay ;)", knowing that one-worded answers and emoticons pissed the shit out of Cass.

I stared at my closet for a few seconds, stretching as I did so. I'd already gone through a thousand outfits, but I still wasn't sure. I shrugged, thinking to myself "what the hell" and picked up a hanger, with my outfit pre-organized (due to my severe OCD).

My closet was small, an average sized closet you could say, packed full of new clothes. See, my family wasn't rich, not all. I was an only child and my parents worked hard, they had been saving up for a while now for me to go to college.

But I had, somehow, convinced them to waste just a BIT of that money on my...self? I'd been living in La Push since I was about six. My parents had both been born and raised here, got married and left, moved to LA and decided they missed this oh-so-quaint and beautiful town full of our culture.

So anyways, I had convinced them as a teenager entering into my first year of high school that I deserved some TLC. They agreed, hesitantly of course, and we were on our way to LA.

Now it may not make a lot of sense, why I would need some "tender loving care". The answers all lie in the halls of La Push Middle School in the heart of Br- eh, I'll get there eventually.

So we spent our summer in California, staying at a distant family member's home. It had probably been the best summer of my life; I had lived the type of life I saw only on E! Or CW 11. It wasn't a reality I could expect every summer; not one that I was planning on getting used to, just something that I enjoyed.

My parents took a few months of vacation off from their jobs, they'd spent a lot of time working so they could do that, and we voyaged through California. Santa Barbara, Santa Monica, San Francisco, San Diego, Sacramento, Napa (not that I participated in many of the activities) and Los Angeles.

For once in my life, I was spoiled. I was a brat for once in my life, respectively so, never asking for TOO much I hoped. Walking around a store and picking things off the hangers that I liked and ignoring the price tags. I sighed, as I stared back at my closet, I had changed a lot.

My hair was longer, down to my shoulder blades, it had been dyed a light brown color (compared to the midnight BROWN, it had once been).

I stared at myself for a moment as I applied mascara to my upper lash line. I was adamant about make-up, wearing only mascara, lip-gloss, and nail polish, which I'm pretty sure didn't count. The only reason I even WORE mascara was because a Sephora sales rep had convinced me over the summer that it made my lashes look longer, and had brought out my hazel eyes.

I had grown, not much, only about one to two inches, which made me my final height of 5'6" roughly.

I grinned, as I realized how much Cass and Ronnie (short for Veronica) would freak out when they saw me. They had been telling me since forever that I should do something with myself, that the only reason that I looked fat was because I dressed like I had no curves. Sometimes I loved how subtle my friends were.

I glanced at the clock, it read 6:55, and I still had time.

"Shit," I murmured as I realized that I had put on my mascara before I had brushed my teeth and washed my face. I rushed into the hall and washed my face carefully after I brushed my teeth. I slipped back into my room, putting on a thin veil of lip gloss on my lips. Chapped lips were gross. I bit my lip as I tried to remember what I was missing. As a cool breeze flooded through my window, I rolled my eyes, and walked over to my clothes lying on the bed.

"Nice, Kendall," I said to myself. I put on deodorant, before smiling at my clothes lying on my bed. I was surprised I had picked it out all by myself. It was a lace ruffled-front tank from Express, grey blush J Brand 5x5 cigarette jeans, an Aqua Cashmere Open Cardigan in a light pink and a pair of grey suede Steve Madden ankle boots.

That was another thing Cass and Ronnie would be proud about, I was now fluent in the language of fashion. I understood the difference between platforms and pumps, the benefits of a jegging, and the reason every girl needed a long-sleeved button down oxford shirt (I'd bought a lot of those).

I slipped on a grey cashmere loop scarf, put on some flower stud earrings and felt around my desk for one of my new rings.

I stood in front of my full-length mirror, looking back at my reflection. I was a completely different person than I had been in January of earlier this year. And it was all because of Brady James.

I hate Brady James.

So for some reason I had an urge to write a Brady fanfic, yeah, know this is weird. I'm not gonna stop with SOMSTL, but I dunno I LOVE reading stories about the wolves that are talked about all of one time in the book! If I get some more reviews I'll post a new chappie soon ALONG with a SOMSTL new chapter. So PLEASEE review, I REALLY wanna know what you all think.

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