A/N Hi this is Jenny and I'm attempting to make another fanfic for Kickin' It! So, here it goes...

Kim's POV

Today Grace finally pushed me into asking Brad out. He sits next to me in AP US History so I guess I could say I knew him fairly well. The thing about Brad was, I never knew if he liked me back or not. During class he might talk to me and flirt a little, but at lunch he would sit at the table next to Donna Tobin and her minions and throw bits and pieces of their lunch at her. She would pretend she hated it, but all in all, I knew she loved it.

By the way, my name's Kim Crawford. I currently live in Seaford, California but I was originally from Tennessee. My mom tries her best to take care of me, but working at a hotel doesn't necessarily get you big bucks- even if it's a 5 Star hotel that celebrities come to if they're making a stop before going to LA or Beverly Hills. Basically we had to move to Seaford because we couldn't afford our house in Tennessee anymore. It used to be hard for me to think that I couldn't be one of those girls like Donna who get a Mercedes Benz for their 16th birthday but I'm totally over that now.

The thing about me and Donna is that before I moved to Seaford in Middle School, my friends Milton, Jerry, and Eddie told me that I had to find the biggest bully and show them who's boss. Well, when it was my first day and I was in line to get lunch, Donna Tobin walks right in front of me and cuts. I immediately knew she was someone people were afraid of so I walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, but I was here before you." All she did was laugh which got me angry so I did what my best friends told me to do. I shoved her and she went flying into a trash can. It was totally accidental by the way. I apologized to her lots of times after that encounter and after 5 years she still doesn't forgive me. Although I don't care much anyways, I've still got my BFF who I met a few days after my first Donna encounter.

Which brings me to now. I'm sitting in a chair looking at a Seventeen magazine with flirting tips on page 14. "Go now!" Grace urges. She's been bugging me about asking Brad to the Sadie Hawkins Dance (Which is in February) for weeks now. I call the dance a sick joke because it means if you're a shy girl, you'll never find a date. I walked up to Brad after scanning the magazine for about the 11th time that day.

"Hey Brad, how's it going?" I asked in a hopefully flirty tone, "I just really needed to ask you something." He began to look a little nervous, "Yeah?" He said in a small voice. I leaned against a bookshelf and tilted my head so my naturally blonde hair swept along my shoulder. "Do you want to go to the Sadie Hawkins Dance with me? It won't be fun without you by my side." I said in a way I knew was completely fake although I hoped he'd buy it. "Yeah... umm... sure.. sure..." "Great I'll talk to you more about it later! See ya later!" I said with a wink. I ran back to the table with Grace pretending to look at a magazine while sneaking glances at some guy. "HE SAID YES!" I whisper-screamed at her, "Nice, so mission accomplished! We should probably go to our next class cause study hall ends in 5 minutes." I walked quickly with a bounce to my step.

The next morning the phone rang. "Hello?" I said, "Who is this?" A voice replied saying "Hello, is this Kimberly Crawford? This is Anne Fox, Kaylie West's manager." Kaylie West? Kaylie West the international superstar who was a Grammy winning artist? I was about to let out a squeal when I stopped abruptly. It was a prank. I could practically see Donna giving some lady a wad of cash and asking them to make a call to my number and say these words. Instead of saying something like Kaylie West OMG! OMG! I said, "Get a life Donna I'm not going to fall for your pranks." and I hung up. I sighed and began making myself a little breakfast in my tiny, broken down kitchen. The only reason I knew who Kaylie West was, was because she looked nearly identical to me. The only differences were that my hair was blonde, her hair was brunette, my eyes were brown, and her eyes were green. She was probably the only celebrity that I really followed, well, other than one. I mean, there aren't many stars I follow other than maybe buying a magazine every now and then with Jack Brewer on the cover. I'm not guilty of any crime, tons of girls do it. I mean who could withstand the dreamy brown eyes, brown locks, and not to mention the beautiful voice. Anyways I'm getting way off track here. After that ridiculous babble in my head, I walked to school because we couldn't afford a car other than our run down Toyota Camry which my mom got almost 10 years ago at a junkyard.

At the end of the day I walked to my locker and opened it. Out came a note that said "Meet me at the East end of the school -Brad" I grabbed my bag and books excited for what he would show or give me when we met. Quickly walking and scanning the halls ahead, I stopped abruptly once I saw him. Well, what I saw was really something. There he was, kissing Donna Tobin. When they noticed my presence Donna turned and smirked while Brad just shrugged. It was probably Donna's idea to embarrass me so I angrily said to Brad, "Really? I thought you were a cool nice guy! Why couldn't you just tell me you were going with someone else!" On that note, I stormed off and began to power walk to my house, oblivious to the black limo with tinted windows following me.

A/N Well that was the ending. Feedback would really help. Review!

-Jenny 3