A/N: Yeah, completely forgot to add in my review responses. A lot of this might seem a bit repetitive, well dialogue wise, because this is Parker and parts of this will include her interactions with Kate. However, it's not in Parker's POV so you'll be getting the ideas and thoughts that are running through her mind. That's about it. This chapter is just of a set up to everything.

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Dancer chick1: Thank you. Yes, Ronnie is a bastage. As we all have found out from recent chapters.

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Not What You Think: I took it out the R rating because I realized that with the story changes I was making (i.e. not making Kate REMEMBER what happened exactly) that PG-13 was best. I might do just a Miranda story. Gotta think of a plot first. We'll see.

And everyone else that just wrote update, continue: Here you go!

Chapter 1: The Beginning of It All

~Parker~

My parents. My favorite people in the world. Right. Maybe in my nightmares.

"Parker, don't you have that test tomorrow? Shouldn't you be studying?" My mother. The good housewife. She smiles a lot. And she bugs me constantly about school and everything else under the sun.

"How do you know I have a test in any of my classes?"

"I'm your mother. I'm supposed to know these things." No, you aren't.

"Right. Whatever." I swear, she follows me around all day or something. She knows too much about my life. Well, my school life anyways.

"Parker, come on, you need to study. Your grades are going to slip. I won't have that in my house, missy." She pointed her finger at me.

"And what are you going to do if I fail?"

"You're out of this house if you test me anymore." Bitch.

I got up off the computer chair and grabbed a random book. "I'm studying." I flopped down on my bed and opened the book up, pretending to study something.

"Good." Leave, leave, leave.

She did. Finally.

I went back over to the computer. And looked at the new message.

PrtySwetz: My house. 7. Be there.

Perfect! Just what I needed. An escape. I glanced down at the clock 5:50. I had about an hour.

I started getting ready to leave. I set up my bed to look like I was really asleep in it. My parents were too busy to ever come in my room anyways so it didn't much matter. It was pretty pointless, but I felt like if I didn't do it, they might come in. Maybe I should just not do it one of these nights and see what happens. Maybe they'll notice that I'm not this perfect 17 year old.

At 6:45, I went over to my window, opened it, grabbed my purse, and fled to Amanda's. (A/N: Amanda = PrtySwetz. I have no idea where I got the name.)

By the time I got there, people had already started with the festivities.

"Don't tell me I gotta catch up, Mands." I said walking up to Amanda who was downing something.

"Parker! Welcome. Sorry, but they just showed up and I wasn't going to say no."

"It's alright. So, what are we having?"

"Everything. It's a night to remember. No parents, all the drinks and supplies we need. And tonight, I will be drinking you under the table."

"Ha. I doubt that. You're already out of it. How many have you had?" Drunk Amanda. Too good.

"Just 1. Or 5."

"Damn. Alright. I got to start, then. Be back."

"Wait. Can I bum one? I just ran out."

"Yeah, here." I dug into my purse and pulled out my Newport's, taking out two. "You owe me."

"And how many times have I bummed to you?"

"Fine. You don't owe me. Whatever." I lit mine and walked away.

Matt, a fellow partier and I had a drinking competition that night. We went for a pretty long time. Tonight was the first night I actually beat him.

I staggered into my room at 3. That's kinda early. Tomorrow, well today I've got school. And some test apparently. I passed out onto my bed full of pillows once I walked in.

Monday. The worst day of the week. I dread it so much. It probably doesn't help that I don't ever get enough sleep. But I'm not about to rectify that situation. That situation is the only thing keeping me sane. That situation is the best situation I've ever been in.

Every high schooler experiments. I just happen to experiment often and a little farther than most.

It's not big deal. It's not like I'm going to become a drug addict or alcoholic. That won't ever happen.

A/N: This chapter is a little dull. Oh well.