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I love everyone that reads my story but I have special love for those who review or favorite or subscribe this story to your alerts. I just got home from Wal-Mart and I was grumpy but then I checked my email and my sister whom I share my room with was trying to calm me down. She didn't succeed.
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suzie1107: I like how you said oooo lala. Funny! ;) Haha that is an excellent guess, you are onto something there. The names don't have to be European, actually I would prefer if they weren't very European because they would be harder to write. So any name is fine or even better tell me your favorite name and I will take it into great consideration.
HopeSproutsWings: I don't like that much either. I always think that all of the wolves' imprints would be similar to them. Especially Paul, he is tough and he needs a tough imprint; it makes it more fun too. Kim is also based on my personality. I've always been witty and very sarcastic mostly with my dad; I'm using this story to put myself in the fantasy of Twilight. I'm glad you like it thank you for R&R.
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This chapter is going to be mostly fluff, so you can get to know Kim a little better.
Enjoy!
Kim POV
"So come and move your hips sing
Oa-ah-ah
Look at you two hips do it
La-la-la
You and me can sing this melody"
What the hell? What is that noise? Is that my alarm clock? I rolled over in my bed and started swatting at my alarm clock trying to get to stop playing that annoying song. Then I remembered I sleep on the top bunk and the alarm clock is on the dresser across the room.
"Dance to the beat,
Wave your hands together
Come feel the heat, forever and forever.
Listen and Learn
It is time for prancing,
Now we are here with Caramel Dancing"
"Ugh" I groaned. I didn't open my eyes as I searched for something to throw at it. I grabbed a cylinder shaped object and chucked it. My eyes flew open at the sound of glass shattering. OH SHIT! I jumped up and threw my feet over the side of the bed. Big mistake. "EEK!" I hit the ground and rolled. I need to get some railings for my bed.
"O-o-owah-owah
O-o-owah-owah-ah-oh
O-o-owah-owah
O-o-owah-owah-ah-oh"
The music hadn't stopped and I broke something. Perfect! This day couldn't get any better. I stood up and tiptoed around the shards of the broken coffee mug that I ate ice-cream out of last night. I turned off the alarm clock and looked over at my sister's empty bed. At least she wasn't in here to witness this; maybe I can clean this up and sneak out before anyone finds out. I won't get into much trouble about the broken mug but my dad won't be too happy that I was eating his ice-cream.
I picked up the pieces of glass and I snuck out of my room and threw them into the kitchen trash. I slipped on a jacket and a pair of tennis shoes and started to take the trash out to the dumpster so the evidence couldn't be found easily but my mom found me before I could make it to the front door.
"Wow! I'm surprised to find you up so early on a Saturday." She noted. I looked at the wall clock. 11:00.
"Well, Samantha forgot to turn off the alarm clock." I said grouchily. I am not a morning person.
"What made you want to take out the trash?" She asked, then added quickly, "Not that I mind."
I tried to sneak past her out the door. "Well, you know it was full and I felt like being nice." I explained.
My dad snorted as he walked in from the living room. "The world is coming to an end!" he teased me dramatically.
"Ha. Ha." I opened the door. "Go jump out a window." I added before walking outside. I could hear their laughter as I threw the trash in the dumpster.
"Hey!" A raspy voice yelled out. I turned around to see my neighbor, Kelly, standing outside in her underwear smoking. She's overweight and has major thunder thighs so that ruined my day even more, and let's not forget my eyes. Kelly waved me over. Ugh. I took a big breathand walked over holding my breath.
"Hi." I greeted her trying my hardest not to breathe so I don't get any second hand smoke.
"Hey, its Sam right?" she asked me. Oh here we go. Samantha is my older sister by 14 months and people have always got us mixed up. We don't even look alike.
"No, I'm Kim. Samantha is my older sister."
"Whatever." She said waving cigarette around. She is so rude, can't she tell I don't like the smoke. "So I seen you hangin' with a tall, tan muscled guy." Seth?
"You have seen." I corrected her without thinking. The only flaw I have is I tend to correct people. I don't do it that often unless I don't like the person or there grammar is embarrassingly bad. As far as I see it, I'm helping out the world by teaching them how to not be so stupid.
"What?" Kelly asked.
Despite the fact I needed to breathe, I answered, "You said I seen. The correct thing to say is I have seen."
She scowled at me, "Listen little bitch, I don't give a shit if you been learnin' that fancy talk in school but I dropped outta school 'cause I ain't into no learnin'. So keep you mouth shut." She snapped; probably adding all of those grammatical errors to spite me. She's right but nobody talks to me like that.
I took a deep breath, sucking in smoke but I didn't care because I'm about to teach this lesson of her life. "Don't talk t-"
She stuck her fat hand in my face and cut me off, "Shut up." Excuse me. "Now 'bout the guy you been hangin' with, Imma wonderin' if he's single." What?
My anger was gone for a second, "But you're married?" the only way she could be on this base is if she was married, because she is way too fat to be in the military herself.
"So. It ain't none of your business."
"He's my friend." I countered.
"And he's gonna be my friend," she said smugly, "when I show 'em to my twins. So give me his number."
I laughed out loud. "If you were to show him your 'twins' then I can assure you he's not going to be your friend. He may put a straining order against you though." I said. "He may even sue you. Make you pay for the glasses he's going to have to get."
"You ain't funny, girl. Better shut your mouth fore I shut it for ya."
My anger was back. "No." I told her defiantly. "You are going to shut your mouth before I cut out your tongue." I growled threateningly. Her eyes got wide with fear. (I can be very intimidating.)
I continued, "Nobody speaks to me rudely and nobody threatens me." I have double standards. "And," I snatched the cigarette out of her hand threw it on the ground and stepped on it, "you better not ever smoke around me again."
I turned on my heel and walk away but stopped at the end of her sidewalk, "If you have a problem with that, take it up with my daddy." I can't wait to tell Leah about this.
When I went back inside the house I smelled bacon. Mm. I started towards the kitchen when my brother William ran into me. "Watch where you're going!" I yelled at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Stop nagging me." he walked around me and back to the indoor soccer game that he and my brother Benjamin were playing. Benji kicked the ball to him and I picked it up before William could get it.
"No soccer in the house." I told him.
He tried to take it from me and we started wrestling trying to get the ball for ourselves.
"What are you two doing?" Mom yelled as she walked into the room, we didn't stop fighting until Daddy walked in.
"That's enough!" He boomed. We let go of each other and stood up straight.
"William and Benji were playing soccer in the house." I tattled as I gave him the ball.
"Nuh uh!" William lied.
"Liar."
"Ugly." He shot back.
"Stupid."
"Slut!"
"Bitch!"
"Bastard!"
"I'm not a bastard; I know who my daddy is unlike you, because you're adopted." I said snidely. "Fag." I added.
"I'm not a fag you are."
"You're both fags. Now shut up." Daddy said. "Go do something and leave each other alone." he said as mom and him went back into the kitchen taking the ball with them.
My brothers looked at me and giggled. "What?" I asked.
"Daddy thinks you're a fag." Benji said. I rolled my eyes at them.
"Well daddy's stupid." I told them.
"I heard that." Daddy yelled.
"You were supposed to." I answered.
"You are a loser!" William said suddenly in a sing song voice. I shoved his head playful with my hand.
"And you're a shorty." I countered.
"I'm as tall as you are!" he said. He is.
"Whatever." I said as I walked away. Most people would think I don't like him but in truth he is one of my favorite siblings.
I went into the kitchen where my parents were cooking or at least my dad cooking and my mom was watching and trying to learn. "What's for lunch?" I asked.
"Breakfast actually." My mom replied.
"But it's almost 12 o'clock." I argued.
"We haven't had breakfast yet though and because breakfast is the most important meal of the day, we have to at it sometime." She explained.
Samantha was sitting at the table, "I don't think that's how it works." She said. Daddy rolled his eyes behind Mom's back and made the crazy sign at her. Jeanette, the youngest Kennedy, laughed.
"I agree with you Jeannie, Samantha doesn't know what she is talking about." Mom said.
"Puh-lease" Samantha disagreed, "I'm ten times smarter than you are."
Mom rolled her eyes, "At least I can cook."
We all burst into laughter. My mom can cook better than Samantha but that is not saying much. They could both be school cafeteria lunch ladies. Mystery meat is both of their specialties.
Mary, another sister of mine, came in talking on her cell phone. "Well if that's how you feel then we're over!" She yelled before hanging up. She opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.
"We don't care." I said. Mom slapped me with a wooden spoon. "Ow."
"What's wrong sweetie?" she asked.
"Please don't tell us because we don't care." Mom slapped Daddy with the spoon. "Bitch!" he said rubbing his arm.
"Jason and I broke up." Mary cried. I thought her boyfriend's name was Tyler.
"Who's Jason?" Samantha asked probably thinking the same thing I was.
I answered for her, "He's her baby daddy." Everyone snickered but Mary and Mom. Even Jeanette giggled and she's three.
"NO! He's my boyfriend." Mary said angrily.
"Ex-boyfriend." I reminded her. The crocodile tears started again. She has a different boyfriend each month sometimes in less time than that so this becomes a routine for us.
"It's ok." Mom said rubbing her back as she hugged her. "Let's go talk about this away from these heartless people" Mom shot us a look as she led Mary out of the room.
I took over cooking for my mom and my dad left me in there to watch TV. I finished lunch/breakfast and everyone ate the eggs, bacon, and pancakes. It was really good if I say so myself, Leah and Seth would love this; although they love any food.
After dinner I called Leah and she didn't answer, again. It's been three days since we went to the movies and she hasn't talked to me since. I wonder what is going on with her.
Kennedy family consists of Kim's mom, Kim's dad, Kim's older sister Samantha who's 19, Kim who's 18, Mary who's 16, William who's 14, Benjamin who is 8, and Jeanette who just turned 3. This was just a bunch of fluff but I hope you liked it anyway. Please review. And please give me some name suggestions for Leah's imprint and his friends. There are six of them and the names do not have to be European. Thanks!