A/N: Before I start, I want to say that this is my first story on here so please go easy on me! I would really like constructive criticism. It would help. There really isn't much to say for now. I don't own ANYTHING! Sadly... I don't own Kickin It...

Chapter 1: prologue

I stood in the cemetery watching my mother's coffin get lowered into the hole that her body will decay in. The thought just made me shiver. Next was my father's. I couldn't even look! I felt someone staring at me. I turned around to see the shaggy haired, mysterious boy staring at me. Who is that? I don't know his name. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I have seen him around, always burning his eyes through my soul.

I kept staring back at him to see if he would look away. But he just stood there, smirking. Looking as if he was trying to read my mind. My plan backfired and I ended up looking away. I looked back to see nothing. He was gone. Who the fuck is that?! I thought.

I looked back to my mother's coffin to see it being covered up. I wiped away a single tear on my cheek without even knowing. They started lowering my father's coffin into the ground. More stray tears rolled down my cheeks and I didn't even care. Why me? Why did this happen to me? I thought. I looked away, not being able to handle the feelings inside me.

Two arms suddenly held my upper body against a body. I looked up to see my Aunt Ella. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Same as mine. "Everything will be okay." She said. Aunt Ella was my guardian now. She was always so caring to me. I heard a little girl crying. I looked over to see my grandparents trying to calm down my little sister. Poor thing. She is only four years old. Why did such a horrible thing have to happen to us? To her? At such a young age! She won't have a normal childhood.

We will both have to sleep at night without parents. We will both have to eat dinner every night without parents. We will both have to keep living without our parents. This is such a disaster. Why did this have to happen? My parents were always so kind and caring. They were always there for me. We were the perfect family. I thought they loved me. But they left me. Alone. At least I still have my sister.

More tears rolled down my cheeks. Can this get any worse? I started sobbing. Aunt Ella started to rub soothing circles on my back while whispering things like "It will be okay. Everything will settle itself. Everything happens for a reason." I just sobbed more.

Once the funeral was over, I waved goodbye to my grandparents and got into the car with my little sister, Alex. Short for Alexandra. My aunt started driving us through the small town of Hillside Crescent, Pennsylvania to reach our home. I looked at my sleeping sister. She had tear stains on her cheeks. I looked out the window. The car was silent the whole drive home.

Once the door to my house was open, I went straight up to my room. I changed from my black dress to gray sweats and a baggy gray sweatshirt. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and plopped onto my bed. I stuffed my face into my pillow and started sobbing even more. I had to get used to saying "I have no parents." Without crying every time someone asks me "What are your parents' names?"

I got up and went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. As always. Puffy red eyes. Tear stained face. Smudged mascara. Dull, lifeless hair. I stopped crying and washed my face. I went back into my room and fell onto the bed, once again. I cried. I cried more. I sobbed. I wouldn't stop. But then again, my parents did die a few days ago. I cried straight for an hour and a half until I fell asleep. Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm Kimberly. Kimberly Crawford. But you can only call my Kim.