Hi!
It's me again! The A-MA-ZING Fifi Boyce! Lmao, naw! ;)
I just wanna take a moment and thank everybody who reviewed, it really touches my heart… and NOT in a surgical way! :P Hope everybody is having an awesome summer! Here's chapter 2!
Do I really have to do the disclaimers? Y'all know I don't own Kickin' It and all that!
Bon appetite!
Kim's P.O.V.
"Kim! Hey Kim!"
I was strolling down the halls of Seaford High for the first time when I heard my name.
"Huh?"
What the heck?
It was him… the boy from the photo, except he looked like he was my age. His face was kind of blurred out though.
"Who are you?" I asked, squinting.
"What? Kim, you don't remember me? I'm-"
He got cut off by some squealing girls.
"What?" I cried, my toes managing to boost me as tall as I could go to view the mysterious boy.
Curse my shortness.
Then out of nowhere, a huge, crazy mob of girls and photographers appeared and crowded around him! I guess I was kinda blocking everybody's way cuz some dude pushed me into an vacant locker!
Soon, the bell rang for first period class, but I couldn't get out! Surprisingly, I fit in the dark, tiny space.
Someone had locked me in!
I tried pushing the door, but it wouldn't work. A crease of light shone through the open slits of the locker, which allowed me to view nothing my thousands of shoes shuffling around the dusty floor. I sighed and laid my head against the frigid wall. This first day was not off to a good start!
And then for some reason, the bell wouldn't stop ringing! It practically made me go death!
The room, well locker was spinning, and my head was circulated with pain.
I couldn't help but let out an ear-piercing shriek!
The walls were closing in on me somehow!
All the sounds around me increased in volume! I-
HONK! HONK!
"OMG!"
I jolted up, panting for air.
"Oh thank God! It was just a dream!" I gasped, collapsing back down onto my bed.
What the heck was that all about?
But I didn't care. It was a dream, and that was it.
I slipped out of bed and into my bunny slippers. My hand slammed down, making contact with the "SNOOZE" button on my screeching alarm clock.
OMG!
Today was the day! *SQUEALS*!
My first day of High School!
I quickly took a warm shower, and slipped into my first day outfit before staring at a figure identical to mine reflected from a mirror.
I've gotta say, I looked darn good.
I combed my golden locks that I had curled and after a long period of time, I FIN-AL-LY finished my make-up. I know this may sound snobby, but today has to be PER-FEC-TION! With a capital P!
But, I think everybody agrees that during the first month of school, everybody dresses their best, but after that we rockin' the homeless look!
Yeah, baby!
I finished applying my millionth layer of lip gloss before skipping downstairs cheerfully.
"Hey Mom!"
"Mornin' sweetie! Have a great first day!"
She examined me as her face softened. "Aw, you've grown up so much!" She pretended to sob.
"MOM!"
"Okay! Okay! Well, I'm on my way to work, I've got a big meeting today! Breakfast is on the table. Love you!" She kissed me on the head and bolted out the door.
"Hey Kimmy." I winced at the sound of that horrifying nickname. I turned around to see my older sister sitting at the dinner table.
"Hey… Natalie, what's up?"
"Oh, I don't know… the ceiling? Sky? Clou-"
"OKAY! NEVERMIND!" She laughed as she got up.
"See ya, squirt. Have a great first day." She snickered, messing my hair up.
"HEY! THAT TAKES 2 HOURS IN THE MORNING!" (A/N: Credit to Shake It Up)
"Psh!" And with that, she was out of the house. I sat down and quietly munched on my waffles and bacon as my Golden Retriever trotted by.
"Hey Luke! Who's a good boy? Where's the ball?" I cute talked to him. Obediently, he ran around the house, searching for a football. I quickly finished my breakfast and grabbed my backpack. Luke came back with a soggy football in his mouth.
"Good boy! Here's some… bacon!" I tossed him my leftovers as I heaved my supplies out the door.
Man, did they demand a lot of stuff!
Before I went anywhere though, I scampered to my backyard.
Me and my neighbor's backyard are connected by a swing.
My dad built it for me when I was little, before he became an alcoholic and abandoned me, sister, and Mom, forcing us to flee to Cali. to start a new life. He had realized he built it right between our house and our neighbors' house, but the Andersons (my neighbors) didn't mind at all.
I found my way to the old, rickety swing attached to a large oak tree by some strong rope and sat there. This is where I would take out all my stress and where I could just be… me.
I took a deep breath, the sun sending a small crease of light touching my face. I had a lot of memories on this swing, though I can't remember if I shared it with someone.
I sighed as I heaved myself to the bus station. As I rode the bus, I saw a girl and a boy smiling at each other.
Maybe they were meant to be. I thought to myself.
The bus arrived at my stop, and I trudged out.
Before you know it, I stood in front of Seaford High. I smiled and skipped in. It was like how I imagined every high school.
Lockers, stressed out teachers, out of control students, etc. I looked at my schedule and locker combination. I navigated myself towards my locker as I collided into another body.
My head slammed against the hard, freezing floor. I tried apologizing to who I crashed into, and believe me, I wish I hadn't.
"Oh my donuts! I AM SO-"
"SAVE IT, BLONDIE! AW, LOOK AT THIS! YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!" The person, wait wrong word, the killer shark in high, hot pink pumps that I bumped into squealed while examining her nails. She put on this dramatic show while throwing her bags at some skinny red head.
"Carry it, freak! I'm having a crisis!" She gave me a dirty look, but then a shocked face replaced it. I couldn't really see her face because my eyesight was still woozy, but I could make out that it was a girl (no duh), she was a blondie, and she knows how to put on a dumb show about her broken nail.
Big whoop.
She got up and sashayed out as a bunch of girls followed her and offered me dirty looks.
I suddenly felt alone. They all looked so beautiful and my outfit didn't feel so darn pretty at all.
"Hey, you okay?" I looked up to see the nerdy red head examining me.
"Yeah, I guess so." He lent me a hand, I took it as I heaved myself up.
"Thanks. I'm Kimberly Crawford, but I go by Kim. And you are?" I asked while fixing my golden locks.
"Milton David Krup-"
"Dude, your name, not your birth certificate!"
"Oh, well if you wanna suck all the fun out of it. I'm Milton. Milton Krupnick."
"Oh well you could've said that earlier!" "Sorry if I have dis-" He started putting his hands up in defense when I interrupted him.
"Hey, weren't you carrying that girl's bags before?"
"Handed it to Charissa Vellner."
"And this Chairssa Vellner is…?"
"One of Donna's friends A.K.A. one of the "Pinks".
"Say what now?
"Pinks"?
"Yup."
"WOAH! WAIT, Donna? Donna Tobin?"
"Yeah, why?"
"She went to my old school and now she's HERE? OMG, she's gonna ruin my life… AGAIN!"
"Who's gonna ruin someone's life now?"
A dude with a Spanish accent asked as he strode over.
"Donna" Milton replied.
"YOUCH!" He exclaimed, a shocked expression taking over his face.
"Don't wanna be on HER bad side, yo! RAWR!" He imitated a cat.
"Haha! Wait, how do you guys know her?" "She went to our dojo once to "try out" only just to flirt with one of our friends."
"'YOUCH!'" I mocked.
"I'm Jerry." Dude with a Spanish accent said.
"Kim. Pleasure to meet you." I said sarcastically.
"It's ALWAYS a pleasure to meet me. I got swag." He said, giving a girl the smolder look. GROSS… Wait, I knew that girl.
"Grace? Grace Doran?" I said making sure.
"OMG! KIM! I've been trying to find you everywhere!" She squealed sealing me into one of her famous sandwich hugs.
"Gimme one too, babe?" Jerry asked, smirking.
"Eh, what the heck!" She embraced him.
"Yowza." Milton laughed. Then, a short African American strolled on over.
"Hey guys." He stopped short when he saw me and Grace.
"Who's blondie and brunette here?" He whispered to Milton.
"Hey Eddie! Oh yeah, this is Kimberly Crawford and Grace Doran."
"Dude, I needed her name, not her biography!"
"Riight!" I exclaimed, high-fiving him. Milton offered us a pouty face as the bell rang.
"Here we go-o!" Grace squealed taking my hand.
"See y'all at lunch!" I cried, my southern accent coming through. Well this is going awesome!
Math is SO boring! Ms. McDowell can go on FOR-EVER on formulas of irregular polygons. I started to pass a note to a brunette with glasses next to me. (Kim is bold; brunette with glasses is normal)
Hey, you bored?
Nope! I love math!
Did you ever get your shots when you were little?
Of course…
Never mind. I'm Kim.
I'm Julie. I don't think we should pass notes in class. Let's talk at lunch.
I groaned. I could tell she was serious, but I had a feeling we would become close friends. I tried again with the girl on my left.
Hey, what's up?
I don't know… angels?
LOL, that's how my sister talks. I'm so bored, you?
I probably died 102 years ago.
LOL, I'm Kim, Kim Crawford to sound like Milton.
Oh, Milton… the scrawny kid that runs away from any kind of ball. Even meatballs! I'm Ella. Ella Tennent.
Cool. Hey, let's talk at lunch, I think Mrs. McDowell is giving me a stink eye.
Aiight.
It was FIN-AL-LY lunch time. I strolled through the cafeteria counting my lunch money, not seeing anything.
Before you know it, I was on the floor knocked out again, looking at a pair of dang high, hot pink pumps. I knew those pumps from anywhere so I quickly scrambled away, knowing Donna knew it was me again.
I found my gang and quickly munched on my food, ignoring the stares from everybody.
"What was that abou-"
"Shut it, Jerry. Please?"
"I was just wondering wh-"
"Grace go kiss him or something!"
"Yeah! YEAH!" Jerry squealed. Grace rolled her eyes, flashing Jerry a smile. Julie strolled over, being the last one to join us. She blushed when Milton looked at her shocked.
"Ooh! What subject are you guys best at? Chemistry? Cuz I'm seeing some now!" I cooed. The two nerds blushed and looked down.
"Speaking of love, I'm totally digging Jack Anderson. I think I'm gonna be Mrs. Jack Anderson from now on!" Grace squealed.
"Oh yeah, that guy. My lil' sis Angel adores him. She's like obsessed, yo! She forced me to watch every one of his movies and listen to all his songs."
"We should plan a wedding!" Julie exclaimed.
"Yeah, for you and Milton over here." Eddie cried. They rolled their eyes while we laughed our butts off.
There you have it folks! Nice and long just for you guys! Shout out to LiveYourPassion for being my first reviewer! Shout out to ALL of my reviewers! I love y'all! Thank you for every amazing review! I'm serious; I was overly excited when I read them! Chapter 2!
Credit to my following gal pals:
Natalie Doran
Charissa Vellner
Ella Tennent
Angel Martinez
Rachael McDowell
Alicia Nestico (Your name will be introduced in future chapters!)
Luv y'all! God bless XOXO,
Fi (My SWAWESOME nickname! No, not really :P) Boyce
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