This is my first kickin'it story so please tell me what you think,
or point out any mistakes you notice. I don't really mind flames because they help me improve so... FIRE AWAY!
I do not own Kickin'it
My name is Kim Crawford and I was kidnapped two years ago, I was twelve back then but now I'm fourteen.
As thin as could be, sense I only get fed once a week and get water from the leaky spots in the ceiling.
Its sad really, I would've thought my friends would've saved me by now, but I guess they never were really my friends.
Everyday I feel a hole in my chest and its not from being hungry, or from my beatings.
Its because out of all of my so-called-friends there was one I thought more of, the one that helped my through anything and everything, the one that always had my back.
I miss him so much, he was my best friend we were inseparable, un-stopable.
Jack.
Sorry its so short I'm not all that good at writing long chapters yet.
Please review!