Disclaimer- I don't own Kickin' it
KIM'S POV-
I woke up with the sun in my eyes. The same sun that has been blaring through my window for 12 years. I internally sighed, finally opening my brown eyes, which flickered and rolled to glare at my not quite shut blinds. I rolled myself on to my elbows and ran a hand carelessly through my wavy blonde locks. I surveyed my bedroom walls, which were covered in numerous posters of my favorite bands. I quickly drifted back into my state of mind and turned my attention to my clock that read 7.30AM.
"Shit." I mumbled out loud as I threw myself out of bed onto the floor, walking- okay, tripping over myself all the way to the bathroom. Not exactly the most coordinated person in the morning. Or ever. I snapped back into focus, remembering that I just got a job at the local coffee shop and I couldn't be late for my first day. I quickly grabbed some jeans and a floral shirt and changed. Grace would never have let me be late for my first day, I thought, pulling on my jeans. I mentally cursed myself for not having my best friend sleepover last night. I brushed my teeth and put on a little bit of makeup, put on my black beanie and grabbed my bag. By the time I was out the door of my apartment, the clock read 7.45. Record time, I smirked to myself. I hit the down button on the elevator, and just when the doors started closing, a sweatshirt-sleeve covered arm jut out and stopped the doors before they shut. A tall, shaggy brown haired boy walked in, holding a skateboard and flashing me a smile. Wow, he's cute, I thought to myself whilst smiling back at him. He must also be new to the apartment complex, because I've never seen him before. And I would definitely recognize him if I saw him. I glanced back at him again. He was staring straight ahead with his headphones in, slightly bobbing his head when he caught me staring and smiled again. "Hey" he said in an adorable way, his voice kind of cracking but not really in the puberty sense.
"Hi." I quietly said back. I'm not very good around boys anymore- not since Connor... I shook those nasty thoughts out of my head. No use in crying, it was all over now. The elevator dinged open and just when I was about to step through, the boy walked out, turning around and saying "Catch you later" before winking and walking through the doors. I mustered a pathetic 'bye' and waved. I was hopeless with boys now. I needed help. I made a mental note to go to the coffee shop where Grace worked and have a heart to heart with her. I love her, and now that we're newly graduating juniors, we're making all kinds of plans for the future. Pushing through the front doors, I squinted up at the bright sun harshly illuminating my eyes and started walking towards the coffee shop. The sun was such a drag.
I'll give you a little rundown about me - My name is Kim Crawford. I live in Seaford, and I have my entire life. I'm a second degree black belt, and I'm sixteen years old. I hate it here. My mom always used to tell me I have a chameleon soul... Not belonging anywhere, always changing. I want to leave Seaford and live my life somewhere else. My parents are both scientists that travel around South America curing diseases. Noble and shit, right? I see them once every four weeks, so I'm always alone unless Grace, who's been my best friend since we were seven, comes over. We're inseperable, she's been there for me through all my tough times, like when my dojo shut down, or when my ex 'boyfriend' used me for two years and then threw me away like I was yesterdays newspaper. It's been really rough the past few years, I've just been getting by, nudging my feelings into the back of my mind and pretending I like not having emotions. But I feel numb. And helpless. And I feel that if I don't get out soon, I may go insane.