i thought that it'd be a little fun to go back to my roots in fan ficton. so heres a fun little teaser chapter. im not sure if this is going to go anywhere, maybe your reviews will stir my mind hmmm? =]

this story is rated M for excessive swearing, because i...like to swear. ;D

Ch. 1: Awake

I woke up this morning. I woke up and heard a familiar noise. I was mix between a car crash and a cat being run over. I let out a short sigh and fanned my hands through my hair; my greasy blonde locks. I haven't showered since Monday. Yummy. I rolled over in bed, hoping that it wasn't...

But it was. My clock on my nightstand confirmed that it was seven thirty AM. Fucking shit. You know when you ahve those days when you just wish...for once. One time you'd keel over, just to see how much you matter to those around you. It's like shit...whatever. Next thought process.

I wonder how they'd feel. God, if they'd just shut the fuck up! Dad's a stock broker. Mom, a jittled social climber. What the fuck do those even mean? Christ.

I grabbed a large gray knit Gucci sweater off a nearby chair and tossed it on over my tank top and boxer shorts. I slowly padded my feet towards the kitchen. Thankfully that part of the apartment was on the opposite side of the living room; where Dying Cat and Car Crash currently made music.

I brewed a pot of Earl Gray tea, and prayed to the Cosmos that my head would stop beating long enough to focus. It wouldn't take them long to realize that A) I'm up and B) I've heard them all morning. The teapot whistled. I took it off and turned the stove off. I poured a cup and sipped. I gave them two minutes.

Dying Cat came first, "Sharpay. You're up."

"Yeah."

"How are you?"

Dying Cat seems to enjoy the denial approach. Since I obviously "just woke up", as she likes to think, I heard nothing. I wonder how long it'll take the two to tell me the divorce papers are so close.

"Tired." I took another sip of my tea.

"Did we wake you?"

"A little." I blew out a sigh, "Ryan home yet?"

"He left early this morning for his morning jog." Car Crash spoke, "He'll be back soon."

"Kay." I headed back to my room. It feels like the only lifeline I have is my twin, Ryan. Damnit, why did they have to be yelling so fucking early...!

I locked the door to my room and walked over to my closet. I opened the double doors and walked inside.

Louis Vitton, Christian Dior, Prada, Juicy, Chanel, Burbarry, Ralph Lauren, Girogio Armani, Dolce & Gabana, Jimmy Choo, Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein, Gucci, Guess...and even a little bit of Hollister and Abercrommbie & Fitch. Not one thread of...happiness.

I tend to wonder to myself if I'll try to care. But...I don't know. Whatever happiness is, it isn't in this closet.

so yeah-this is my little tease! =] please review and let me know if i should continue with this little thing or let be release to the wind.

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