Hello my lovely followers! (If I even have any left…) I'm soooooo sorry that I haven't been around much. I don't know what happened…I've been wanting to write, but every story I've seemed to attempt has given me a severe case of writer's block 3. So, I decided to try something new. Yes, this is a nbc's SMASH fanfic and they are all in high school in this. I wish they weren't cancelling it. I get that the first part of this season sucked, but I just got good! Don't cancel it nbc! PLEASE! Anyway… on with the story!

BTW: I'm trying to right this story as if Karen is having a conversation with herself the whole time. Tell me how you like it.

Why must I keep that damn fan on all night every night?

Have you ever had one of those morning where you it is so cold that you just can't bring yourself to get out of bed? It's just so warm and cozy under the covers and you don't want to move and then all of a sudden you really have to pee? Well, it's California weather. It can never make up its mind. It was in the 80's last week and now it feels like it is somewhere in the 30's. And I'm one of those crazy people who like to sleep with the window open every night no matter the degrees outside and I have to have my fan on every night because I like the sound of it and it lulls me to sleep. Of course, it does pose a problem in the morning when it's 30 degrees outside. Oh well, at least it's finally starting to feel like Fall.

Suddenly, my bedroom door goes flying open and my god-forsaken light get turned on, "Get up! We're late!"

Oh, mom…as much as I love you, you drive me absolutely CRAZY sometimes! Can't I just stay in bed all day? Nope, apparently not. I've got to go to a beautiful place known worldly as…yup you guess it…school. What a joy…What is the point of school anyway? All us students ever do is sit in a chair and listen to some dull, monotone teachers explain all about what they are best at or at least what they were educated in.

"Get up!"

"Alright, mom!"

Getting up. Not necessarily what I want to do right now, but it must be done. I sluggishly step onto the floor, trying to find my footing in this pile of crap. My room is a disaster or, as my mother would call it, 'a pigsty.' It certainly does look like a tornado wound itself through here, but who the hell has time to clean it. Me? Certainly not. But, what can I say? I'm a teenager.

A teenager who is very behind in society. I'm 17 years old. I don't drive, I don't have a job besides occasionally babysitting. Single and never been kissed. Heck, I've never even been asked out, let alone being in a relationship. It's sad. But I love the outdoors, writing, research and anything that has to do with music.

"Karen, get your skinny butt out here. We are very late!"

"Ok mom! Stop stressing me out!"

"You're stressing me out!"

This is how every morning is. My mother and I have the same bad habit of sleeping through every alarm no matter what kind it is. Then we wake up; realize the time and rush to leave like chickens with our heads cut off. I don't think I've had breakfast in two weeks.

Oh shoot! Where are my black flats! They were under these pants yesterday! Who am I kidding? One couldn't find a school textbook in this mess!

"I'll be in the car!"

I hate in when she does this. She goes out to the car and waits for me to show my pretty little face. Where are those stupid flats! Ugh! Whatever! I found my hiking boots anyway! Who knows, they might look cute with the outfit.

I run out to the car and sit down in the passenger seat.

"Oh, god Karen, look at the time!"

"I know! I'm sorry!"

Am? Am I really that sorry? I've often wondered this…and yet again…no breakfast.

So tell me what you guys think…I appreciate reviews!