I have NO idea why I wrote this. Honestly, I don't hate Shrek the Third as much as everyone else seems to (it ain't good, but I don't think it's necessarily BAD) and I always found myself fascinated with the character of Artie. I honestly would've liked to found out how he ruled Far, Far Away instead of watching Shrek throw away everything he loves because of a hissy fit. But alas, I'm not a writer for Shrek nor Dreamworks for that matter.

Anyway, disclaimer: you know, I do not own the Shrek franchise, nor will I ever own it.

So, with that out of the way - enjoy the show, folks!

Picture this.

It's a Friday afternoon. Everyone you know is getting ready for a super awesome party that, although you weren't invited (which is beside the point), is about to commence in a few hours. And you're stuck in your room, grounded, finishing a shit tonne of homework. Why is this? Because, earlier today, your Mother was contacted by your school to notify her of your previous detentions you'd received on account of your apparent 'tardiness' or 'laziness' in class.

Specifically, math.

So, after receiving this little update, your mother decides to ground you until you've 'learnt to pick up your act and take school seriously', so, until then, that means no social outings and "most certainly none of those parties you've been going to!"

Sigh.

In other words, the party that's tonight. Not only that, but you have a major History assignment due on Monday, which you've barely started.

Sounds fracking peachy, doesn't it?

Oh, but you haven't even heard of the best part – the marvellous cherry on top! You see, after experiencing all of these delightful events in the past twenty-four hours, Mother dear has decided to abandon you to babysit your younger sister, Kay, and her group of (extremely loud) tween friends.

Ugh.

Kill. Me. Now.

I hate my life. I hate my family. I hate my stupid teacher. I hate my Principle. I hate maths. I hate everything.

Why did Mum have to have another child? Could she not just be satisfied with me as her only one? I mean, I'm funny, intelligent, kind and an absolute ball to be around!

Why'd she have to go and have Kay? Did she reach the (evidently true, I admit) conclusion that I was simply too good a person that she needed to even out the world's balance with Kay's evil? I mean, that I understood.

I should've known that, as soon as Mum decided to have a second child, I was, for lack of a better word, doomed. I mean, yeah, I wasn't the one who pushed Kay out (as Mother never let us forget, as if we were to blame for her decision to have children), but still. My sister's existence was a curse placed on my own.

Evidently, in more ways then one.

You see, Kay already established herself as a thorn in my side early on in my life; she was an extreme show off, had a loud mouth and was way to snoopy for her own good (and mine). But, by the time my sister had turned thirteen, I knew I had fallen to a whole new level in Hell. Anyone with younger siblings should know what I'm talking about when I say that thirteen or fourteen were the most obnoxious of ages.

And what's worse? I was stuck in a house full of thirteen-year-olds.

Yeah, ain't that bad? I couldn't stand having my sister around, let alone six more of her.

And, of course, Mother-dear had left (although, I prefer the term 'abandoned') me to babysit Kay and her friends. Ugh, why was I the one stuck babysitting when, quite clearly, I was already busy working on my large mountain of homework and Mum was the, well, Mum? Simple. Mum obviously shared my train of thought and didn't want to be stuck in a house of screaming tweens. Of course, she didn't flat out tell me this to my face. No, she just made up some crappy excuse about there being some unavoidable parent-teacher interview thing at Kay's school.

. . . which, I suppose I would buy if, you know, she had perhaps taken Kay with her.

I mean, I may not be the most advanced individual in an area such as Math, but lying I was not half bad at, especially detecting one as phoney as that. I know for a fact that she was out, drinking wine with her friends, watching Mamma Mia or something.

But, of course, Mum had to keep up appearances. She couldn't have the other mothers think her of as any less then a good, responsible mother. One that wouldn't just leave her eldest daughter to babysit her younger and friends. So, she more then likely appear early the next morning to greet the parents and pretend she hadn't run away, leaving her eldest daughter utterly defenceless.

Either way, I was stuck in this house with six screaming tweens until tomorrow. And, if I knew their parents, they wouldn't be getting picked up until tomorrow's afternoon.

Yippee.

Of course, Mum hadn't specified that I had to remain in the same room as the brats, or that I even had to be anywhere near them. So, as a safety measure, I had taken the liberty of locking myself in my room.

And there I remained.

Still.

I was sat in front of my computer, searching for evidence that would prove unequivocally that Kirk and Spock were in some type of scandalous hush-hush romantic relationship. My legs were swung over the arm of my chair as I dug into a jar of peanut butter and jelly I'd stolen from the kitchen (and if Mum had a problem with that, then maybe she shouldn't leave me in charge). Faintly, I bobbed my head in sync with the beat of my music blasting from my bulky earphones.

Yeah, I know, I know – I should be working on my assignment. Well, I'm totally going to. I just have to take a teeny-weeny break is all. I had, after all, been working super hard on that math work Mr. Davis dumped on me. I swear, that guy just had it in for me.

Anyway, despite the bulkiness of my earphones, somehow I could still hear the squealing from down the hall. And take three fucking guesses as to whom those squeals were coming from.

Fucking Christ.

I could myself swelling with irritation.

Why did Mum decide to have another kid again?

Biting down on my spoon, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my music. "But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fa-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

That was it.

Yanking the earphones from my head, I sprung from my desk, ripped open my door and stormed down the hallway. The squeals abruptly disappeared and I blinked, hand pausing around the door handle. But the sharp 'shh'ing that shortly followed told me that my descent down the hall had probably been heard.

I rolled my eyes. Were they even trying to be quiet?

Throwing open the door, my eyes fell onto the dirty victims. The girls – all six of them – were huddled on the couch, wrapped up in thick blankets. The tea table in front of them was littered with several bowls of various junk foods and pizza. A glaring beam of light burst from the TV on the far wall and hit each of the girls square in the face, illuminating their frightened features.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I scrunched up my face, mustering up the best 'Mum' look I could manage. You know, that look your mother gives you whenever you're in troubles that sent shivers down your spine as it wordlessly communicates just how fucked you are.

Yeah, that one.

At the ripe age of sixteen, I'm fairly certain that I'd figured that advanced calculations behind what formulates the look.

It was quite simple, really.

"Hey! What're you doin' in here, dumbass?"

I growled in irritation.

Turning to meet my sister's gaze, I almost jumped in fright. The key word there being almost. Kay's steel gaze was fixed on my form and was so intense that it could send Wolverine running for the hills with his tail stuck between his legs. I hastily recomposed myself, as, unlike Wolverine at the current moment, I had appearances to upkeep.

Placing my fists onto my hips, I glared back at her, "Don't call me the dumbass, you dumbass!" I barked angrily. "I'm trying to study for my big History assignment but I can't hear myself bloody thinking over all y'all's bloody screamin'!"

They didn't need to know of my earlier distractions.

Kay mirrored my movements and placed her hands on her hips. "You're the dumbass!" She retorted back. "You're the one who puts off their assignment for so long! How's that our fault?"

I was about to give her a good yelling, when my eyes caught sight of the moving pictures plastered on the TV screen. I blinked, raising a brow, when I recognised those familiar visuals. "Uhh," my eyes remained focused on the screen, "why the fuck are you weirdos watching Shrek?"

Like, alright, I didn't have a problem with the movie in general (currently, it was the first one they were watching). In fact, I recently re-watched the movie for nostalgic purposes (and, yeah, I admit, I cried close to seven times) and found myself enjoying it quite a bit. But it seemed odd that my idiotic sister would watch it for a sleepover. I mean, Shrek was, in no shape or form, a sleepover movie, especially among teen girls. No, what was a sleepover movie was something like 10 things I hate about you, or Legally Blonde (only the first one, of course) or Mean Girls or The Heathers or any good chick flick. Shrek on the other hand? Yeah, not on the top of the list for any of my sleepovers.

Kay's eyes softened when she glanced back to the screen. My jaw almost dropped as, for a moment, Kay almost looked like her younger self. You know, before she turned, ugh, thirteen. Her lips tugged upwards into a smile that seemed both shy and sweet. However it was gone almost instantly and, looking back at me, her eyes narrowed. "Because," she began, sticking her nose into the air, "we're having a Shrek marathon."

My eyes widened. "No way – what, you mean all of them?"

"Yeah, idiot," Kay rolled her eyes. "That's what a movie marathon means."

My jaw dropped. They were watching all the Shrek movies? Why the fuck would they do that? Aside from the first and second, they were bloody awful.

One of Kay's friends – Sarah, I think – giggled, her heart-shaped face peeking out from underneath her pink blanket. "Yeah, we're gonna binge watch the shit out of 'em!"

I cringed. Did she really have to cuss like that?

. . . what? I use it cause of my age. She's practically a kid. It's disturbing as fuck.

However that was not the current issue here. "You do realise," I began, casting them all a slow, cautious glance, "that the Shrek movies include Shrek the fucking Third and Shrek Forever After, which are both bloody shite."

Claire grinned, reaching across Sarah for a slice of pizza. "Don't forget the specials."

Oh, dear Lord. Someone help these poor girls.

Kay snorted. "Good thing you," she gave me an especially ugly look on the last word, "don't have to watch 'em, sis, if you despise them so much."

Why, that little . . .

Screwing up my face, I replicated my mum's look. I was the babysitter here, along with the eldest and most intelligent. The mum look oughta remind her that.

I ran the formula over in my head.

Clamp mouth shut, tilt head, purse lips, cross arms, frown–

Kay paused, scanning my face in confusion, before frowning as apparently the dots began connecting in her mind. "Oh my God," the look on her face was one of horror. "You look like you're seriously constipated."

Sarah also gave me a confused look. "Uhh, Drew, why's your face look like that?"

Beside her, Michelle giggled. "You look like a pug!"

. . . okay, apparently, my mum look was not yet perfected.

Ignoring the heat in my cheeks, I spun around and headed for the door. "N-No reason," I paused, suddenly remembering why I was here the first place. "Seriously serious time though," I spun around to face the huddle girls, gripping onto the door frame. "I actually need to study for this assignment. And you know what that's gonna require? Silence. S-I-L-E-N-C-E. The absence of noise and, especially, distractions. SAAAAAAAIIILLLLLEEEEEENNN–"

Kay's flat palms pressed up against my shoulders as she shoved me out of the room. The little brat must've gotten up mid-way through my warning of my dilemma, the rude child. Honestly does she have no manners?

"Okay, okay, alright," Kay frantically nodded as she pushed me out the door. "We get it – can we just resume our sleepover, and, more specially, our fun, please?"

"H-Hey! Wait a minute– Kay!" My attempts of fighting against her were – embarrassingly – completely futile. Damn, for someone so young and annoying, this girl had quite the strength.

She eventually managed to get me out of the room completely. Gripping the door handle, Kay sent me a sugary-sweet smile and waved. "Buh-bye now, sister dear!"

SLAM!

Well, I never!

Never have I been so rudely treated in my life! I mean, she just kicked me out of my own living room! And I was the one who was supposed to babysit her and her dumb tween friends.

Speaking of which, I could hear loud giggling from the other side of the door.

Those brats!

"You little hooligans!" I hollered, stamping my foot. I don't care how childish it appeared, it's not like anyone was here to witness it. May I remind you that any potential witnesses were on the other side of the door, which had just been slammed shut in my face.

My blood boiled when their petty giggles dissolved into full blown laughter. So, I simply imagined their dumb, laughing faces were painted on the door and threw a particularly forceful kick.

"Owowowowowowowowowowowowwwwwwww!"

A throbbing pain suddenly flared up from my painted toes to my knee. I cried out in pain and clutched tightly onto my injured leg, hopping up and down on the other. Which, by the way, does nothing to relieve oneself of one's pain. You know, for future reference.

Eventually, I managed to calm myself enough to finally clearheadedly ("FUCK YOU THEN, YOU LITTLE MONSTERS!") return to my room. Slamming the door with extra force for good measures, of course.

I let out a loud groan and flung myself onto my bed, pulling the covers over my head. Ugh, I hate my life. I hate my family. I hate my stupid teacher. I hate maths. I hate that dumb party. I hate that I can't show off my new crop top. I hate that that package of makeup I ordered a month ago that still hasn't shown up. I hate that dumb alpaca that spat on me when I'd only being trying to become friends with it. Lord only knows why it's salvia was lime-green.

I don't know how long I laid there feeling sorry for myself. But eventually I was pulled from my monologuing by a familiar ringing from my back pocket.

"Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
Darlin'
You give love a bad name."

I groaned. I was so not in the mood for chats right now.

Pulling it out, I let out a short breath of relief when I read Carly's name on the screen. Well, I was so not in the mood for chats right now to most people. Carly, on the other hand, was a completely different story. "An angel's smile is what you sell,
You promise me heaven, then put me through–"

"Ehhhhhh, amigo!"

"Ehhhhhhh, dude!"

I grinned cheekily. "Howza doin', me wonderful amigo?"

Carly giggled on the other end. "Awesome sauce, dude. Just getting' ready for Matt's biggie tonight."

Aaaaand there goes the grin.

Wow, way to remind me of what I'm not gonna enjoy tonight, Carls. "Yeah? Awesome."

I don't think Carly heard my dry tone. That or she ignored it. Because she continued anyway. "We've bloody been here since four this afternoon and Sammy just got out of the shower. Fucking germaphobe, aye?"

I could faintly hear Sammy arguing with her in the background. "Hey, I resent that Carls! Can't help it if I, unlike someone else, enjoy being clean–"

"Anyway, Drew," Carly interrupted quickly with a grin (I could practically hear it through the phone). "Matt's party was what I wanted to talk to you about."

Gee, thanks, Carl. I love being reminded of the fun I'll miss out on.

Carly continued talking, babbling on about her and Matt's little occurrence today in Science, but I didn't bother listening. I was too deep in my own thoughts – and cursing the existence of my mother and sister. Man, those two could be so overbearing. I wish I could get away for a little bit. I mean, the party would be a great way to escape, even just for a few hours. I'd dress up, make myself look amazingly awesome, dance the night away with my friends, flirt with cute boys (and believe me, Matt is friends with quite a few of them) and get so drunk I couldn't stand straight.

Man, do I wanna go.

"–so whaddya think, then? You comin'?"

"Huh?"

I must've accidentally zoned out her entire story. Oops, my bad. I didn't mean to, honest. Just a little of it. It's not that I don't love her, but Carly's stories have a tendency to go on a little longer than necessary. She was a complete motor mouth, to be honest. She has an English accent though, so I forgive her for it.

"You were zoning me out again, weren't ya?" Well, she definitely raised an eyebrow. That I could feel. "Damnit, Drew! You know I hate it when you do that!"

I shot her a cheesy grin, though she couldn't see it. "Soz, Carls."

"Wipe that shite-eating grin off your face and listen – I think you're gonna like this story," she snapped. Ouch, Carly could be kinda harsh when she wanted to be. And how'd she know about my shite-eati– I mean, my grin? "So, anyway, I was sitting in Science today, listenin' to Mrs. Johnson babble on about genetic structures of something or rather, when – actually, I was pretending to listen. Because, I'm sorry, but quite frankly I cannot for the life of me, pay attention to a word that woman is saying when there is, like, a giant caterpillar just lying on her cupid's bow. Mercy, has that woman ever heard of waxing? Waxing your moustache is nothing to be ashamed of, y'know. I mean, my mum knows this girl–"

See what I mean? Total motor-mouth.

I rolled my eyes.

"Carly, focus – focus!" For extra emphasis, I snapped my fingers in the mouth piece.

Carly cleared her throat sheepishly. "Right. Anyway, so, long story short, because Mrs. Johnson talks – a lot – I was able to sneak in a small convo with Matt. And, bottom line, I got you invited – girl, you are fucking coming to the party! I got you an invite!"

I was off my bed before Carly could even finish her sentence and bouncing on my toes. "Oh my GOSH – NO WAY! No way! Carly, I fucking love you, you poofy haired, wonderful woman!"

"I know, I'm amazing– hey, I resent that name," she quickly backtracked. But, in a friendlier tone, she continued. "So, do you want Sammy and I to drop in and pick ya up, hon?"

I knew I loved Carly for a reason. That little curled-haired, crazy woman was my saviour. I'd been dying to go to Matt's party, but I could never bring myself to ask him during class. That, and I was currently grounded and stuck babysi–

Oh.

"Sorry, Carls," I apologised, the earlier enthusiasm lost and replaced with a large wave of disappointment. "But I'm stuck babysitting. I can't make it."

Of all weekends in existence, it just had to be this one that I was grounded. Gee, what luck I must have tucked under my skirt.

"What?!" Carly screeched. "You're stuck what? Ugh, you siri?"

"Totes, bro," I shrugged, though she most definitely couldn't see the gesture. "I'm stuck babysitting Kay and her stupid friends because of their dumb timing."

But I don't think Carly heard any of that.

"–you fucking kidding me? After all that – me risking my neck to talk to Matt, possibly coming across as rude and all – and it's all for freakin' nothing? How mother effin' convenient! I mean, seriously? Of all weekends in existence?"

Tell me about it, Carls.

"Sorry, Carls," I sighed, throwing myself back onto my bed. I propped my feet atop of my cushions and leaned back against the wall. "But enjoy the party for me, yeah?" I tried to sound happy for her. After all, she and Sammy could go and still have fun. And Carly obviously did try. It wasn't her fault my luck was in the shits right now. Who was I to sound ungrateful to my best friend?

"Oh no, girlfriend – uh-uh. No, we are not having that," she protested. "Not after the potential humiliation I could've suffered. Nuh-uh. Girl, get ready cause you're coming with us tonight."

"Bro, you know I'd love to," I responded, somewhat confused. Did Carly somehow manage to forget the part where I was both grounded and babysitting? Not even she had that crap of a memory. "But Mum said–"

"Forget what Mum said," Carly forcefully interrupted. "Look, I'm not gonna go to this mega awesome and obviously amazing party while my best friend sulks in her room all night and babysits a bunch of twelvies. No thanks, sweetie, but that's not how this girl works!"

Well, I had also planned on getting through some episodes of Game of Thrones, but she essentially had guess my entire night.

"Thanks, Carls, but if you haven't realised, I have no way of actually getting to the party," I pointed out.

Carly snorted, as if she already had thought of that. "That's alright, girl, Sammy and I can just drive by and pick you up and take you back to mine to dump all of your shit," she explained, almost smugly. "Then you can quickly get ready and we can head on to the party."

"So, your plan is for me to sneak out, have you take me to your house, get ready, go to the party then return before any of the brats notice?" I asked flatly. I'm not gonna lie, half of me was already convinced, despite how flimsy the plan was.

"Yup," Carly answered, obviously proud of her absolutely 'genius' plan. God, I could just picture her now, sticking her nose happily into the air. "We can pick you up at eight. Would you be ready by th–?"

"Yes," I answered instantly. Hell if I was gonna spend the night stranded at the mercy of a bunch of tweens. No way, I was gonna party like I've never partied before. "Definitely. So, eight?"

"Eight," Carly confirmed.

I couldn't stop the gigantic grin from spreading across my lips. "Awesome, then. Buh-bye, Carls!"

"Seeya, Drew!"

And with that, I disconnected the call and let loose a high-pitched squeal. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I clutched the phone tightly in my hands. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Bless whoever was suddenly looking out for me! Guess who was gonna get drunk off her face tonight? . . . Actually, Carly was, now that I think about it. But it was gonna be I that would join her!

Ah man, it'd been awhile since I'd gone to a party. The last one I could remember had been at least a few months ago. School had been a bitch lately so no one was free enough to throw or go to a party. But now that most of our assignments were handed in . . .

Ahem, well, most of our assignments, anyway.

Switching on my phone, I checked the time.

7:06pm.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Mother of Dragons!

My hands flew up – my phone flying from my grasp over my shoulder – and my fingers threaded through my messy hair. I let out another squeal. "Crap!" I cursed in full volume. I flinched, realising how loudly I'd been and quickly covered my mouth. My eyes shot to my closed door as, for a brief moment, I envisioned Kay standing in front of it, giving me the eyeball.

Counting to ten in my head, I removed my hands from my mouth and let out a slow sigh. "Okay, so I've got an hour to shower, pick an outfit and pack." I listed to myself. Not only that, but I'd have to sneak out without being caught by the girls, specifically my sister. My sister being the girl with the loudest voice and loosest lips known to man. That little booger, I knew, would rat me out to Mum and that woman would raise hell in her fury. I loved Mum, but she was downright murderous when she was angry. So, I'd have to be extra careful not to get caught.

Stepping over various dirty clothes covering my carpet, I marched to my wardrobe. Sliding open the door, I placed a hand to my waist and tapped a finger to my chin. "Hmm, what to wear, what to wear . . ."

7:56pm

I gritted my teeth in frustration.

"Alright, kid," I growled, eyeing the oddly-shaped bag sat on my bed. "We can do this one of two ways – the easy way, or the hard way. Personally, I highly recommend the former."

However, despite my words of wisdom, it refused to submit.

The zipper refused to pull the bag's mouth shut.

"C'mon," I grunted, giving several harsh tugs in an attempt to force the zipper along my duffle bag. But, like before, it didn't obey.

Throwing my head back, I let out a dramatically loud groan. Placing one hand to my hip, I pointed a threatening finger in the bag's direction, levelling it a particularly nasty look. "Now, look here–"

Something vibrated on my butt and I jumped. Sitting up from the bag, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

Were here. Where u at, gurl?

I rolled my eyes.

Of course, I should've known Carly would get here early. For as clumsy as that girl was, she sure was punctual. Which, with this bag, was more then I could say about me.

I quickly sent her back a reply, explaining I would be out there soon.

I turned back to the irregularly shaped bag. My eyes narrowed to slits, "I hate to admit it," my voice was deep with regret, heavy with horror. "But it looks like we're gonna have to do this the–" I gave a shudder "–hard way."

Agitation was thriving through in veins, but never made it to my skin. My heart was hammering in my ears as I curled my sweating fingers into shaking fists. I didn't want to do this, I really had hoped it would never come to something like this–

Still, I was a woman of her word. If I said something was to happen, it sure as hell was. Even something as cruel as this–

I groaned. We all have to make sacrifices at some point in our lives. Some of greater importance than others. Clearly, this was mine.

Mustering up any strength I could grasp onto, I reached out a pale, shaking hand towards said bag. Letting loose a chilling breath, I forced myself to take out my black mesh ankle high peep toe stiletto boots. Placing them back in my wardrobe, I heaved forth another sigh. I'd paid so much for those shoes and now it looks like I'd have to sacrifice them for the evening. Oh, Khalessi, does thou not know of the unjust cruelty she has placed upon my name?

However, without those last pair of shoes, I managed to successfully zip my bag shut.

Score!

Swinging the oversized bag onto my shoulder, I turned my speakers on full blast, which currently was playing an episode of Merlin. I pouted, tempted to watch the entirety of the episode, but, with a shake of my head, reminded myself of the bigger picture here.

You'll be able to watch it tomorrow . . .

Closing the door as quietly as humanly possibly (not that it, in the long run, really mattered, given how loud the speakers were), I tip-toed down the hall, humming Mission Impossibly under my breath.

An overwhelming surge of pride hit me as I passed the closed door to the living room. I mean, those brats in there were so occupied with themselves that they didn't even realised I was sneaking out. Oh yeah, how badass am I to successfully leave undetected?

. . . in fact, they seem a little to occupied in there. And quiet. Way to quiet.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turning back to the door. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't hear a thing from in there. Considering how loud their screaming was not a few minutes ago, this was seriously weird. Had they fallen asleep? No, definitely not. I mean, who falls asleep before eight at a sleepover? Especially screaming thirteen-year-olds.

Sorry, but that just don't add up.

So, I regret to inform you, but I didn't just shrug it off nonchalantly and continue sneaking out. No, that would've been much to easy. Of course, with my nagging curiosity, I decided to just quickly check on them. So, twisting the door handle, I slipped my body in between the small gap to scan the area.

Huh.

Apparently they had fallen asleep.

My eyebrows shot up as I gawked at the sleeping bodies that belonged to the young teens. They all lay in an entanglement of limbs with their fluffy blankets draped lazily over their sleeping bodies. Geeze, I didn't think the Shrek movies were that boring.

Then, my eyes caught onto something in particular.

I sighed in frustration.

The idiots had left the TV on, which displayed a fuzzy, grey blur. Groaning, I smacked my forehead. Seriously, they couldn't have turned it off before all falling asleep?

Whatever. I'll turn it off. Then I'll leave.

Stepping over the numerous chip and candy packets (Mum was gonna throw an absolute cow when she got back tomorrow), I made my way over to the screen. My eyes caught sight of the open Shrek the Third DVD case on the table. I snorted to myself, no wonder they'd fallen asleep. I couldn't exactly blame them if this movie was involved.

Reaching forward, I went to turn off the TV, when–

I gasped.

–it felt as if a door had been opened up in my mind. Tingles ran up and down my arms and underneath my skin. My stomach sunk into the pit of my soul as my heart raced frantically against my rib cage. I gasped again as new sensations danced along my body.

Holy shit, what was happening?

It felt as if my insides had been replaced with a black hole. Spots began clouding my vision. Nausea crept along my mind as the world began spinning very, very violently. And, let me tell you, I have a weak stomach, so the urge to vomit was very tempting. Something wrapped around my ankle and I found myself falling. Before my head met the ground, only one though ran through my mind.

Kay, what the fuck did you do?

I hope Drew's character didn't come off as TO bratty. I mean, don't get me wrong, Drew is very self-centered and lazy, but she's not a bad person and I hope that she didn't come across like this in the FIRST CHAPTER. Ugh, tell me if she's to unlikeable and I'll work on it. In fact, REVIEWS make me work hard as a bumblebee - so if y'all are interested in what happens, just send me a review and the next chapter will be sent even quicker!

By the way, no offence to anyone who likes the fourth movie, but I for one hated it. The third was okay but UGH, I HATED the last one. Anywho, thanks for clicking on my story and giving my story a chance! Hope y'all enjoyed it! Next chapter will actually feature Drew waking up in the . . . I dunno, wherever Artie lives!

PEACE OUT!