Acknowledgement: This was not my year. I lost ALL of my Birth by Sleep chapters. Even my back up files were a mess that nothing came out clear. Luckily, I found a file in my laptop called "Emergency Back-up in Case Sh*t Happens" and there it was! I was a happy camper, the only misfortune is that I had to type out almost everything and it took me (as you all can see) a long time.
To be honest, I was gonna call it quits and just forget about everything and quit fanfic writing because of this incident but then I thought of my readers. My supporters. So for my former readers, here is the re-upload of KH:BbS and please continue to support me (I'm very grateful). I promise new chapters will be on the way. As for new readers, help yourself and I hope you enjoy. Review if you get the chance too!
Toodles!

Chapter I
Destined For Something

My eyes had opened to a semi-dark room facing the ceiling. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt very cold. Cold as ice. My whole body was numb and I couldn't move. Why was that? I tried to move my arms several times with no success and my legs felt like they were twisted in something. I was freezing! Then-
BANG! A loud noise caused me to shoot up from bed. I found what was around my legs: my blankets. Ignoring it, I turned my head to my door and saw the knob twist. I quickly fixed myself, forced myself down onto the bed and placed the blankets over me. There I saw a head poke in. It had long hair and shiny blue eyes. Its sighing gave me a hint that it was a girl looking at me. "Good," I heard her say. "He didn't wake up." She closed the door quietly and I heard her footsteps decrease.
When I sensed she was gone, I sat up and looked at my hands. "That dream..." was all I could say. "What was that dream?" I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stretched. I opened my bedroom door and walked down the stairs to see that girl was a young woman and she looked as if she was attacked by birds. I knew who it was. It was my sister. The woman talking to her was my mother.

"Oh look who's up," she said. "Honey, are you OK?" I nodded. It was still a little dark but I could make out the scenery from the window of the house; a large hundred year old tree with several flowers attached to it, an empty street, a few houses that remained asleep, and two cars parked across from each other. Oh...the sun began rising too. My sister, Nazareth, approached me rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry I woke you," she said.
"You didn't," was my response. "I woke up on my own." Nazareth placed her hands on her hip and gave a sigh. "That's a relief." she said. "I placed your clothes on the chair. Get ready and be down by seven."
I arched an eyebrow and wondered why Nazareth was being nice. Being nice wasn't in Nazareth's dictionary, she was pretty mean and bossy. She was the complete opposite from Mother. Nazareth had all of Mother's features; long blond hair in one-sided pony-tail, shiny blue eyes and a beautiful smile, but had the attitude of a preppy school girl. I grabbed my clothes and walked upstairs looking back at her. Upon opening the bathroom I saw a note on the sink address to me. I picked it up and read it. It said;

Mother and Father promised me a new car if I were nice to you
and your friend so don't go off and mess this up for me!
If you do, I'll destroy your skateboard, got it?
~Nazareth

I smirked and held onto the note for personal reasons. As I fixed myself up I saw my hands tremble. "They're cold..." I told myself as I placed them under warm water, yet it made them even colder. I gave up and continued my daily routine. By the time I finished, it was already seven fifteen. I walked downstairs to see Mother cooking quietly. Nazareth was sitting at the table, twirling her long hair and giving an unseen glare at me. I walked over to her and whispered; "I got it." then went into the kitchen and kissed Mother on the cheek.
"You look a lot better than you did earlier sweetie," she said. "You looked as if you were frozen, are you fine now?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered, giving a small smile. "Where's Dad?" Mother shrugged her shoulders, and nudged her head to the closet door near the hallway. I winked at her and tip-toed to the closet door and swung it opened just to see that it was empty. Just then, I felt myself get swung up and saw the world around me upside down. I couldn't believe it! Mother betrayed me! Father's laugh boomed through my ears and he was not at all bothered by how much I have grown.

Father was a tall man with brown hair and brown eyes. He was muscular than me. He ranged from six foot four to six foot seven. I wish I could be as tall as him for he was a very nice but intimidating looking man. Unfortunately, Nazareth has his traits and has grown to be taller than me. I am taller than Mother by a few inches but that is all. "Ah, it's been so many years since I've last done this," he said triumphantly "but it seems that you haven't grown at all."
"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "I've grown into a warrior, Dad."
"You don't feel like a warrior," he remarked. "You feel like a child. Remember when you were younger and I use to do this to you? You enjoyed it so much, but time changes and-kiddo are you alright?"
"Blood...going to my brain..." I strained out. "Pressure...building up...let me down please." Father laughed and gave a nod. He loosened his grip on my stomach and I flipped on the floor. "You alright?" he asked. I nodded. "So much better now." I answered.
"Come now," Mother said. "Breakfast is ready." Father and I walked over to the table where Nazareth and Mother sat. When we sat down, Mother stood right back up. "Wait," she quietly said. I watched as she walked over to the door facing the diner room, opened it then shifted the small table in the living room into a ramp, and turned a chair facing the table to the door. She then rushed back to her chair, sat down, and began drinking from her cup. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of fast wheels and in burst a boy my age on a skateboard. "Alex's in the lead with extraordinary speed," he narrated as he skated to the ramp-made table and flew into the air. "He air guitars the skateboard," he continued as he strummed his arm on the board several times and tossed it on the couch. "Will he nail his landing on the chair?" he asked the audience, which was my family. He turned over on his back and slammed into the chair. Throwing his arms up in the air victorious he shouted; "And he nails it!"

Mother clapped and Father shook his head while chuckling. Nazareth was not pleased. "Tell me my scores," Alex said turning around on the chair.
"Ten." Mother said.
"Ten." Father said.
"Ten!" I whooped out.
"Zero." Nazareth said nonchalant.
"Kill joy," Alex pouted out. He and I pounced our fists and sat down for breakfast. Alex didn't care about Nazareth's opinion on how his skateboarding was, all he cared about was Mother. For the past three years, he would always get a seven or eight from her and he knew she wasn't impressed. But he was finally successful. After so many failed attempts, he was successful. Alex was a skinny but well-built boy, with red hair and green eyes. He always wore goggles above his head and wore fingered gloves. They were his good luck charms. Or so he thought.

"Good morning Alex," Mother said. "How are you?"
"Excellent!" Alex said. "But I'm also starving. Can you believe that I was dared to go a whole day without eating?"
"Yes," Father said. "You never turn a dare down. Just remember, if the dares too dangerous, back down. I know you are not one to back down from dares, but for your own safety, turn it down."
"Yes sir," Alex saluted as he reached for his plate and wolfed food down in front of us. Nazareth sat there in disgust. "I can't believe Mother allows you to do such a thing," she said "it's disgusting!"
Alex only laughed and swallowed a whole cup of juice before covering his mouth to burp. "That was good!" he cried out in joy. "Man, I wish my mother could cook like this." I laughed. "Last time I checked," I said, "your mother was a top chef at the restaurant three blocks from where you live."
"You think your mother and mine are twins?" Alex asked. "They are the best cooks in the world, no one can cook up a storm and serve it as good as them!"
"Don't you two have to go to school?" Nazareth asked.
"Don't you have to go to work?" Alex asked. Nazareth gave a slight hiss at Alex as she stood up and made a face. "I'll have you know that I will be getting a new car from Mother and Father," she informed him. "It will be ten times better than the car I bought." Alex only scoffed. "You can drive?" he asked her.
"I drop you both off at school every day you late bums!" Nazareth snapped. But the deal she made with Mother and Father changed her back to normal. She dropped the subject and went upstairs to get her things.

An hour later, Nazareth picked up her keys and approached us. "I'm leaving for work," she said. "Are you coming?" I stopped what I was doing and thought about it. "Yeah," I answered and tapped Alex, who was napping on the couch. "C'mon Al," I told him, "we're leaving." Alex rolled off the couch and stood straight up. "Let's go," he said. We grabbed our skateboards and were almost out of the house when my mother called out to me. "Oh, honey," she said. I stopped but Alex rushed out of the door. "Come here a sec." she motioned her hands towards me. I walked over to her. "Yes Mom?" I asked. "Come, come," she said as she took my hand and took me to the back of the room. She let go of my hand and began to search and search for something from shelf to shelf. When she found it, she took hold of it and hugged it close to her chest.
"I've had this for a long time," she said, "but I never opened it." Full of curiosity, I looked over her shoulder but she whirled around to show me a small box with a silver bow. She handed it to me and urged me to open it. "But isn't this yours?" I asked her. Mother smiled and nodded. "Your grandfather gave it to me," she explained. "But I knew it was not meant for me. Deep down, I wanted to open it and peek inside of it, yet I never did." I wondered why but never asked.
"Your grandfather says that his father never opened it either because he wasn't meant to have it," she continued. "He gave it to me because he said that he wasn't meant to have it either. Yet, when I looked at it and held it in my hands, I knew it wasn't for me. I believe it was meant for you."

I looked at the box and carefully opened it. When the ribbon was off, and the box remained, I lifted it up to see an X-shaped necklace in there. The necklace was silver and had an imprint of a crown in the middle of the X. I looked at it as if it were a mere jewelry, but Mother looked at it as if it were treasure. "So many years I wondered what was inside of that box," she said, "and now I see what it is." She took the necklace out of the box and placed it around me. I examined the necklace and smiled at it. "It looks perfect on you." she complimented. She calmed down and quietly placed my hands in hers.
"Ven," she said, "no matter what anyone says, you are destined for something."
I looked at the necklace once more and grinned. "Thanks Mom." I said as I hugged her. "I won't ever take it off."
With that being said, Mother whisked me off to the door and wished me a good day.