A/N: Well this is my first fanfiction and I really hope it turns out well. It's a friend of mine and I working on it so updates might take a bit because of schedules. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Life with Derek, although I would love to and I don't know my friend's thoughts but he doesn't own it either.

Chapter 1

Once there was a princess who got everything she wanted, and you would think she would be happy, but guess what, she was not happy at all. She never truly got what she wanted, and that was to be happy with her life. She had a void in her life that she never seemed to fill.

This girl is me, a fourteen year old girl who is not satisfied with her life. Although I really don't always get what I want, I have a lot and yet I'm not happy. I smile when I am happy and sometimes pretend to be happy so that my mom just leaves me the hell alone. She thinks she knows me so well, but she doesn't. I do not like being here, in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She knows that, but she doesn't know how far I will go to be further from her, because the truth is that even though I love her I don't like being around her. I feel out of place, just like I do with my peers, well most of them. There are a lot of people in my life and I know that they love me, but I feel disconnected and untrusting of them for many reasons. One of the main things is that I get this vibe them. They seem fake. I can only trust a few of the people in my life. People that I have good vibes from and feel connected to in some way. One of those people is my younger sister, Lizzie There are so many people that I would love to meet in the world. Many are in the public's eyes, and even though I don't know them personally I feel as if I know them and that we would connect.

I wrote that when I really was fourteen. Now I'm fifteen, live in London, Canada, and my life is better. I have new people that I get good vibes from.

One of those new people is my slightly obnoxious older stepbrother, Derek Venturi. He's a pain in the ass but I can still connect to him in a lot of ways. I try to be nice to him but he doesn't want to be nice back, so I get pissed and yell at him, but I'm really just hiding that I want to be friends with him.

I have other people too, like my mom's new husband, George. He's nice and I can trust him to be there for me. Then there's his younger son, Edwin, and his youngest, a girl, Marti. Edwin's Lizzie's age and can help her at school. They seem to be friends and that's nice. Then Marti's just in her own little world and that's cool and all but she has no control, and she need's it, desperately.

I really do love my new family even though I have to go through a lot of changes and deal with more problems then I had in my old life. I mean I never had brothers so it's difficult to have to deal with the disgusting mess they leave everywhere. And having a six-year-old sister that's in her own little world doesn't help matters either because she doesn't listen to anyone but Derek. There's no order with the new living arrangements, such as having to make room that the Venturi's house does not have for my family, the MacDonalds.

Oh damn, I forgot to introduce myself. Casey MacDonald, fifteen-year-old girl thrown into an abnormal situation.

Anyways back to what I was saying, we have no space and we had to turn the house upside down so that each member of the family has their own space. People still don't have the space they wish they did, but they have a room to call their own. Some people don't respect other's space, like by knocking before entering someone else's room, and even though I say something, it's never addressed. Oh well can't blame me for trying and I'll try again at some point in the future anyways.

Not only did I move into a new house but I had to change schools too. Changing schools from private to public is hard. I mean the kids are so different. In private school people think that they're better then you, but they are still relatively nice, well most of them. In public school if a kid thinks that they're better then you, they treat you as if you really are less then them and I get so pissed off by it. I mean no one is perfect or better then someone else. I'm smart and beautiful and I don't think I'm better then anyone because of it. Everyone is equal, at least in my eyes.

And I keep having dreams. One minute my family, all parts that I live with, is happy and having fun and the next it takes a turn for the worse. I don't want my family to become a bad situation. That would be harder to deal with. Changing schools again, moving, and just as I was getting settled too. That would be so bad, and something that I really don't want to deal with. I like living with Venturi's even if there are some problems.