Ok, so this story is really different from everything I have ever written before so I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I am not proud to announce that I do not own Kickin' it :(

I woke up due to my phone blowing off. Lazily I extend my arm and reach for the object that had only a few seconds ago ruined my peaceful sleep. Without even bothering to open my eyes I answered rudely.

"What?!" I snapped at the person on the other end.

"Well, hello sexy!"

Shit. My eyes went wide in realization and I almost jumped out of bed, the cold wind hugging my bare skin, making me shiver. I ignored the feeling of lack of warmness and concentrated.

"What the hell to do want, Brody?" I said, not bothering to sound even a little nice. Why would I anyways?

"Another chan-" He started but I cut him off. I was sick and tired of his lame excuses and I really just wanted this conversation to end on the spot. I definitely didn't need to start my day this way.

"No!" I said, annoyed.

"But Kim I-" He tried.

"No!"

"Kim, just-"

No use.

"Bye, bye Brody!' I said, faking a sweet innocent voice and prepared to hang up.

"Kim, don't hang-"

Sorry Brody, to late. I thought as I put the phone back on the nightstand. Brody was my ex-boyfriend and definitely a pain in the ass. He had cheated on me numerous times according to what I have heard and when I actually caught him, I immediately broke up with him. He had this player reputation and I can't help but think that part of it was my fault for trusting him and allowing him to use me that way. And now, by breaking up with him, I basically ruined his bad boy reputation which he is currently desperately trying to gain back by trying to make up with me, only so he could dump me again. The cruelest part of it isn't even that, it's the fact that he is trying to win me back, while making out with every slut that's letting him. I still am trying to figure out what was in my mind for even dating him, but there is one thing that could explain all this-major stupidness.

I checked the time. 7:55. Great. Just great. Well thanks to that idiot I had woken up earlier than usual. And I always had to sleep enough or else I'd get all moody. And judging by the previous experiences no one wanted a moody black belt.

I went to the bathroom since there was no use to go back to sleep for like ten more minutes. As I reached the mirror I almost screamed at my own horrific refection. My blond hair was tangled up in knots, covering my tired light brown eyes with purple bags defining their outskirts. Here I was, Kimberly Anne Crawford, looking like a zombie in the morning. I sighed and took the brush. One deep breath. The brush was moved in my tangled hair as I was trying to tame the knots. After a while I decided my blonde locks looked presentable. Next, I reached for my small make up box. I opened it revealing only my lipstick and mascara. I sighed as I struggled to cover my purple bags, with almost no result. I gave up and walked out of the room and to my closet opening swiftly. I studied my options, calculating every detail. I finally decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a baggy sweater. I honestly didn't exactly feel like I dressing nicely, so I just grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

"Good morning, Kimmy-" Georgiana said but I cut her off.

"It's Kim." I replayed, maybe a little too rudely. Georgiana was dad's new wife. She was beautiful, with her dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, she was definitely a nice person and all, but she was the one my dad cheated on my mother with. And I could never forget that. I remember the tears forming in my mother's green eyes, her make up streaming all over the place, her hair that was usually flawless arranged, messed up when she saw them-in her own bed. He killed her- her father, by the name Daniel Crawford, killed her. She was so mad she ran out of the house and in the pouring rain, just like in every movie. And just like in every movie she didn't see the car, driven by a drunken man. But just like in real life, she didn't make it out alive. And that was the difference between movies and real life. It is cruel, but it is also true. Real life has no happy ending. Dad blamed the driver for Maria's death, but both me and him, and actually even Georgiana, knew the truth. They were the only ones to blame. I had learned to forget about love, just a month ago. I had learned that this word was a frictional word.

"Kim? Kim?" The brunette woman said, trying intensively to break me out of my thoughts.

"Ugh." I struggled. What was she talking about, I had no idea. But one thing I know for sure is that I wasn't sure I wanted to know."What were you saying?" I asked, trying, pretty hard I may add, not to sound irritated.

"Happy Birthday! Sixteen's a beautiful age!" She yelled happily.

I remained stunned as she hugged the life out of me.

As soon as she realized I wasn't hugging back she pulled away, giving an embarrassed smile. I faked a smile back. Wow. I have forgotten my own birthday. Well that is just sad. I decided it wasn't time for pity as I looked at the clock and noticed I was almost late, which meant no time for breakfast. I swiftly grabbed an apple and ran out the front door. It was 8:30 and we stared school at 10. What was the rush? I was going to my mother's grave, just like every other day. There was something today that had me determined to talk there, though. And as wired as it sounded, talking to her grave, it actually made me feel like she was still there, because truth to be told, I missed her, I really did.

I slowly made my way to the cemetery, not really paying attention to walking. The small town of Seaford was as gray as it never was before and something told me it wasn't a normal day. However, I ignored the dull weather and the cold wind as I was deeply caught in my thoughts. My father. He didn't even bother calling to tell me happy Birthday. I understood that he had to work more, considering Georgiana didn't have a job, but lately he had been neglecting me and even his wife. Apparently neither of us were of such importance to him. I stopped walking as I felt a pair of eyes on me. Turning around, I saw nothing. Deciding to ignore the rather strange feeling I took a few more steps, only to stop as a shadow passed right behind my back. I don't know for sure how I knew that, but I just knew. The rest of the walk to the cemetery was basically the same runtime: make a few steps, then stop. I finally reached the searched grave and bent down on my knees. I was for the first time speechless in front of her. Easily, the flowers I had bought were laid down on the cold stone. White orchids.

"Mother, I really, really miss you. I need you back into my life. I am really not sure where I am heading anymore." I started, and even if I had just said only a few meaningless words, I already felt like crying. I couln't think of anything else to say to her anymore so I just got up, without forgetting to plant o soft kiss on the grave, and turned to leave. However a rather strange sound caught my full attention. I turned around only to find the white flowers gone. I walked back to the grave and unintentionally glared at the place where the beautiful plans were just a few seconds ago. Deciding I was going mad, I turned again, this time definite on walking away. Once again, whoever made the strange sounds and stole the while beauties had other plans for me. I turned around, the second time, only to find a book. What was a book doing on a grave? And especially what was a book that old, which had apparel out of no where, doing on my mother's grave. I hesitantly walked to the place and picked the old object up. On the dusted cover a glass wall was painted, a beautiful white orchid drawn on it. As if I were afraid the book might just disappeared, I gently opened the cover. Something-either the way it had mysteriously appeared or just it's appearance-got me captivated as I read the legend it said.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Ok, so as I said in the beginning this story is going to be a little different from everything and anything I have written before. Now, I have bad news for you- Kick is going to Meet a little later, around 3rd/4th chapter. But I promise you that until then I will try and make this story as good as I possibly can :). Now I hope you liked this chapter. It was actually something that was meant to get you to know Kim better, well, her and her life. I really really really would appreciate your opinions and reviews to tell me how I did because I am seriously nervous about how good/bad this story will turn up. So please do me a favor ams tell me what you thought of this chapter, and also if it should be a smaller( from 10 to 20 chapters) or a bigger fanfiction( 20/25+ chapters). I appreciate your opinions but I can't know them unless you

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