Disclaimer: I don't own SPN in any way, shape, or form. I'm just the average fangirl who loves to write. XD

The Universe hates me.

Wait. No, sorry. That's wrong.

I hate the Universe.

For many reasons which I don't feel compelled to tell you because you would care why?

But what the hell - why not?

1) Everything is its fault. If it hadn't created this planet, this whole problem wouldn't be happening. In fact, I wouldn't even be complaining about it right now. Because of obvious reasons. So...yeah.

2) It is wayyy too big. Why must it continue to expand? Why can't it just be content with its size? Besides, normally you would think it would want to downsize, but oh well. Look at its cute attempt at breaking the social norms.

3) It has placed me in a reality not my own and has sent me time-traveling to the past (in the 90s -the decade I was born in. Except I wasn't. Oh, did I just confuse you there? Yeah, that tends to happen. A lot. Sorry.)

And how about this: The Universe hates me for ONE reason and ONE reason only.

1) I keep calling it 'IT'. It hates it. But, oh well. What can one do?

Oh, right.

It can send me to a world that is -well, frankly, is just a whole bowl of suck. And guess what?

IT SUCKS.

Now you're probably wondering (or maybe not - not like it matters) what the hell this alternate reality is. (SPOILER! I know for a FACT that hell exists. Not sure how I feel about that.)

Whoa. Easy there, tiger. This whole 'alternate reality' thing is very complicated and very complex and very hard to expl - DON'T YOU YELL AT ME TO HURRY UP. I WILL GO AT WHATEVER PACE I PLEASE. SO EXCUSE YOU.

...oh, balls.

You know what? Here. Just take it. Do with it what you will. I don't care. But you know what Mister Bossy-Impatient-Pants or excuse me - Mrs. Bossy-Impatient-Pants? This actually happened. Every last bit. And one day - you might just need it. So, here. One in a million. The story of my life.

...And for those of you who will not believe any of this so-called "nonsense" - sorry for wasting your time.

Elmira, New York

October 10, 2015 11:21 A.M

"Great. Just fucking fantastic. You are going to make us suffer because you just want to get on Double G Aunt Judy's good side!"

My mother sighed, running a hand over her face (also not reprimanding me for my "foul" language - which she always does, albeit halfheartedly). She was exhausted. Deprived of all the essential aspects of normal life. And all because she just had to plan this getaway vacation to Double G Aunt Judy's summer cottage/beach house. All this planning, insomnia-inducing tick for these "few" reasons:

1) Double G Aunt Judy is 94. She's bound to blow out the candle sooner or later.

2) She needs someone to care for since she (stupidly - don't blame her. She's extremely forgetful) fired her caretakers. And no one else in the family was idiotic enough to babysit a 94-year-old.

3) Because she's most likely to say goodnight soon - this is our last attempt (you should've seen our past ones. Oh whoa - I just cringed and our blatant obviousness) at getting in the will, so we can *clears throat* hopefully get the beach cottage along with a few thousand dollars. Which is the only thing my family cares about right now. Except me. And my amazing, smart older brother, Relly (he's 20). Nickname for Darrell. Giving people nicknames is a… thing of mine. Can you say problem? 'Cause that's everything going on right now. Both physically and metaphysically. Oh yeah - I went there.

4) My family seriously wants the beach cottage. And thousands of dollars. Very greedy people. They're normally not like this. Blame the decreasing middle class (and guess what? They're not *gasp* becoming richer. Sorry) , the government, the shitty economy (the government's fault), and taxes. All those things are everything wrong in this world. Among many other things, of course.

5) While it's not summer anymore, it's still hot enough outside. Despite it being October. Still,like, 71 degrees out right now. What can I say, it's one of those uncharacteristically warmer days.

Now, not that I don't want to spend a week (also away from school might I add, which is a huge bonus) on a beach - but I don't. So - problem. For me. For my soul. For my appetite, that doesn't like seafood.

Besides, I need wifi. For Tumblr, fanfiction, youtube. What happens if theRE ISN'T ANY WIFI?!

- WHOA. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

… I'm okay. Totally and completely fine… maybe.

"Raven Serena Nightingale!"

My eyes widened… I zoned out (again) … whoops.

I smiled innocently at my mother. "Yes, mother?"

Darrell shoved me lightly, his arms crossed. "You didn't hear a word Mom said, did you?"

I shoved him back, before smiling sheepishly at my mother. "Sorry, Mom."

She sighed again, rubbing her temples. "Just… get the car packed please."

My sister (she's 14), Charlotte (Charlie - don't call her Charlotte unless you truly want to die), cut in. "Okay, Mom. Why don't you go inside and take another aspirin and relax?"

Still rubbing her temples, Mom started shuffling towards the house. "Yeah… okay. Don't break anything, you three."

I smirked, crossing my arms and leaning against my brother's car. "We'll try."

"No, you'll do," Mom snapped, opening the screen door.

My smirk dropped, and I fumbled, almost hugging the concrete driveway. "Okay."

Charlie and Darrell made weird noises from suppressing their laughter as Mom slammed the door behind her. I glared at them, stomping over to the ocean of luggage, before yanking one of my suitcases up angrily. "Who am I going with?" I asked, dragging the suitcase between the 2 cars. One (boring) car: the family car. A 2008 Toyota SUV or whatever. Too sleek. Too… modern. Bleh. One awesome, beautiful, badass car: Darrell's car - handed down from our amazing (and still very much alive) grandfather (gotta love granddad, right? Answer: VERY). A 1964 black Chevelle Malibu. Oh man, I LOVE that car.

"You, my friend, are coming with me - your awesome big bro," Darrell informed me, grinning at his compliment to himself (which - may I say - is sooo lame), while he passes me by, a suitcase in one hand rolling behind him, and a duffel bag tossed over his shoulder.

"Oh, joy," I teased, reaching out to ruffle his brunet hair (which everyone in the family has), only for him to duck out of the way.

"HEY! You know the rule - no touching of the hair!"

I rolled my eyes, smiling, basically waddling my way to the trunk of the Chevelle.

"Oh shush, you two," Charlie shouted from the pile of bags that looked like it could eat her at any given second, "Just pack the freaking cars so we can get going!"

Darrell and I just smiled at each other, before setting back to packing. (Boring, in case you wanted to know.) And let me tell you - I have A LOT of shit (understatement). A giant suitcase for clothes, my, like 4 pairs of Converse (and not including the combat boots on my feet currently), and showering and female essentials. A duffel bag filled with my laptop, charges, movies, and tv shows, and snacks (candy, bags upon bags of microwave popcorn, even more candy. I have a gigantic sweet tooth. Don't even get me started on mints. It's an addiction. I need help). Another tinier suitcase filled with like, 50 books, and I don't know how many notebooks and pens. My awesome hobo bag (that goes everywhere with me) filled with non-important stuff… I have too much crap. Oh well.

After we finished packing our stuff into Darrell's car (he had significantly less stuff than Charlie and me - which makes sense because he is a guy), us two weirdos helped our little sister pack up the rest of the roomier family car (which was also boring, but we made the packing more fun by singing random songs, so I can't complain...and yes, What Time Is It from "High School Musical", was one of the songs...shut up).

And after that boring-made-fun, memorable tirade, we three siblings laid on the grass and stared at the cotton candy clouds sticking to the blue mix-bowl sky.

The grass tickled at our exposed flesh, the wind lightly blowing our hair into our faces. Tree branches stretched as far as they could, their leaves swaying in the breeze. The clouds were on fast forward, taking the shape of whatever our silly minds could come up with. A bunny, a pirate ship, the loch ness monster. Turning us from stressed, hormonal teenagers to innocent, bubbling energetic little kids. It was a perfect moment. I took a mental picture and filed it away forever.

"Train's leaving!" Dad yelled, his hands cupped around his mouth. "All aboard!"

My little sister, Cammy (short for Camille - she's 7), and my little brother Ron (short for Cameron - he's 9. Also, coincidentally, his favorite Harry Potter character is Ron) came running up to our dad, their laughter and squeals echoing throughout the street. Dad hauled them both up, roaring playfully, and spun them around, their legs flying outwards. He set them down when Mom walked up and pulled her in for a kiss - which made all of us gag and to promptly say, 'Ew' - because it was very ew.

Dad clapped his hands together, "Alright team! Into the cars we go!"

Cammy and Ron sprinted themselves to the family car, while Mom (who looked better and seemed more like herself again) and Dad walked hand in hand, smiling.

Darrell opened the door for Charlie, even holding her hand as she got in and everything, and then rudely walked around the front of the car and got in the driver's' seat, grinning at me the entire time.

"You are a terrible brother," I commented, as I got in and slammed the car door shut behind me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Be pissed and bitchy all you want - just leave the car out of it," Darrell demanded, holding his arms up towards me. Almost as if I was a mama bear or something.

I opened my mouth to snap something back, but my window was rolled down; BIG MISTAKE. One word: DAD.

"Now, Darrell, drive safe. Don't drive too fast. Don't get pulled over. No texting. No calls. If you need to do it that badly, because it's just that important, give it to one of your sisters or pull over. Just...watch the road. Please. You have passengers and we will kill you if you cr -"

"Dad, we know. You give us the same lecture over and over again. I promise I'll be safe. This car is just too precious, and god knows if I'm not careful, I'll be harassed by Charlie," Darrell interrupted, turning the key in the ignition, making the engine growl to life. Oh, man, I love that sound. I love this car (you know, in case you haven't gotten that yet).

The stern look on Dad's face turned to jelly, a goofy smile overcoming his face, "Okay, we love you! Be careful!"

Dad's voice got softer the more the car pulled away before a high-pitched shriek sliced through the air.

We laughed. Dad had swerved the SUV just to be a jackass and scare Mom. It worked. Typical.

Someone flicked my ear, and I turned to the culprit: Darrell, who just shifted the gear from 'park' to 'drive'. "You girls ready?" he asked excitedly, his grin infecting all of us.

Charlie nodded enthusiastically, her grin getting bigger and bigger by the second. I pulled on invisible sunglasses, a serious look covering my anxiousness, and it seemed like a movie moment (hopefully you know what I'm talking about). "Let's ride."

Darrell slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, making the car lurch forward, flying off after our family. The tires screeched in the quiet, leaving behind our fleeting moment of tickle grass and cloudy imagination, forever specks of dust in the so blue, blue sky.

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my Google Docs forever, and I've always wanted to publish it. So here I am. I hope you enjoyed what it is so far, and I promise that our boys will be popping up soon. Very soon XD. I sincerely apologize if I don't update very frequently, but I will try my best. Just don't expect a chapter a week D: I'll be going off to college soon so that will be my main focus. However, I am typing up chapter 2, so yay :) I guess XP Please please please review and tell me what you think. I love to hear any feedback, and it motivates me to write more, so please review, even if it's only a few short words :D