ok, so in this fanfiction, Carey and Kurt had a daughter who is younger than Zack and Cody. Her name is Christina, but she goes by Christa. When Carey and Kurt divorced, Christa was about six years old and Zack and Cody were eight. Christa wanted to stay with her grandma, so she lived with her grandma up until the age of ten. When she was ten and Zack and Cody were twelve, Kurt's band broke up, and that made Kurt angry and mad because he loved the band. So, he got a small house and a job, and Christa came to live with her dad since her grandma couldn't really take care of her anymore. Well, Kurt pretty much became and alcoholic and blamed all of his problems on poor little Christa, becoming an abusive father. So, the story starts at age fourteen for her, and Zack and Cody are fifteen, to be sixteen in a couple of months. you'll just have to keep reading from there! enjoy!

Chapter 1

Happy Birthday to Me

Christa's POV

My alarm clock wakes me up at six thirty this morning, just like any other morning. I groggily slam my hand on the switch and roll out of bed. I tip-toe out of my room so that I wouldn't wake my dad up and go into the kitchen to make breakfast for my dad. My dad gets up at seven, eats the breakfast I make him, and then goes to work. Then, I get dressed and ready for school and catch my bus at seven thirty. Anyway, today I decide to make my favorite; chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs. I can't remember if Dad likes it or not, but I take a chance and start making it anyway; after all, today is my fourteenth birthday. I wonder if he remembers. Probably not. He did last year though, so I'm trying to be hopeful.

After I make the pancakes, I put them in the warmer under the oven and start making the scrambled eggs. I go to the refirdgerator and take three eggs out. All the sudden, I hear a voice from behind me,

"What the hell are you doing?"

I gasp and spin around, and accidently drop and egg in the process. The color has probably drained from my face, and I see my dad's angry face, "I'm sorry," I say, putting the other eggs on the counter and moving over to the other side of the kitchen to get a paper towel. I have to go past my dad, and as I'm running past him, he sticks out his arm and punches me in the stomach. I gasp and clutch my stomach, trying to catch my breath.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't even hold a damned egg!" he screams, smacking me across the face. I stumble backwards, trying not to fall, and hold the side of my face. But I don't say a thing. I learned not to talk a long time ago.

"Is there something wrong with you? Huh?! Because I think there is, Christina," Dad says, grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving me into the side of the table. I groan and fall over, feeling a very sharp pain in my back. I stop listening to what he's saying. I try to block him out. But it's so hard. He keeps yelling at me, and kicks me in the side. I groan again, and twist the other way, trying to sheild myself.

"You're pathetic and useless," Dad says, kicking my cheek. I feel blood run down my cheek and onto the floor, and I look over at my side and see more blood. Dad finally stops and looks around, "Clean up this mess you made and get to school," he says finally, before leaving the room. look around to make sure he's gone, and then exhale deeply.

Happy birthday to me.

so...how do u like so far? this is sort of a default chapter, so it should get better! review !