Yo, dudes. Sooo very sorry for long update wait, but I think youll be glad to see I had WordPad now!^^

Oh, and before I go crazy, last chapter, you know, where I butchered the English language, when Kenny's looking in the mirror and he says"where my dad choked me with it" It is supposed to me hood. Sorry, It was bugging me, and I'm too lazy to take down, edit, and put it up again.

So I hope you like this I'm sorry chapter, and Ill make a Oneshot later today to make up for it as well. Here we go!

Karen's POV

So here I was, in Ike Broflovski's room, helping him go over his Doomsday Blueprints.

Yes, Doomsday Blueprints, I was helping the little shorty take over the world. Well, really he only planned to use it if certain "Apocalyptic Circumstances occured", but I think it would be pretty awesome to use it now.

Then again, we were just a little young, and given my current dilemma with Kenny and Kevin...

...I give it just a few more years.

"-o here, or here?" I snapped out of my thoughts to hear Ike's voice asking me something. I honestley had no idea what he said.

So I played it innocent and stupid, as usual, "I'm sorry what? I was thinking about..." Oh, what would I think about, OH! "Justin Bieber." I tried to say as shamelessly as possible, though some of it broke through. Ike just rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, as I was saying, or rather, asking, should the 'OFF' button/ Poison dispensers go here, or here?" He said, pointing to different parts on the prints.

I considered this a second.

"So, it should be obvious, Ike, put it next to the partical accelerator, here." I stated matter-of-factly, with a hint of smugness, sprinkled with sarcasm. Just how I like my words..., I thought.

Ike looked a bit taken aback by this statement. He stared at the prints a second, as if thinking this over, then nodded his head.

"Damn, Karen, you're smarter than you look," He said, smiling his Canadian smile. Cute...,I thought unconsciously, then snapped back to reality, realizing what I just thought.

What was I thinking?

I didn't...

Have the time to be...

Thinking about...

Things like that... I thought a little sadly. But it was true, I didn't. Trying to balance school with home was already too much of a challenge for me; I didn't need to throw drama in the mix, too.

I missed what Ike had said just then and brushed it off, whatever it was. I suddenly felt exhausted. Myabe the events of the day had finally caught up with me. I got up, strechted, and walked over to my makeshift pallet on the floor. I told Ike I needed sleep.

"Okay," he'd said quietley. he tiptoed over to the lightswitch and turned it off. He must not have been tired yet, because I heard his footsteps descend the stairs to his living room. I sighed into my pillow that had been loaned to me. I feel like such a jerk now that I had done it, just going to sleep without any warning. What a shame; I was actually having fun. Why did my thoughts always have to wander like that? I decided I wouldn't have chased him away in vain, so I turned onto my side and tried to think myself to sleep. Bad Idea Numero Uno.

I started to think about the events of the day, Thursday. I had gotten up, Ken had walked me to the bus stop, Stan, Kyle, and Ike were already there. I walked over to the bus sign with Ike, where we usually stand, while the older boys stood a few feet away, the fat one arriving. The rest of the day was mundane, dull, and overall, blurred.

It wasn't until I got home things got scary.

I had just stepped in the door with Ken, we were talking about various flavors of Monster energy drink that needed to be invented, when we saw the utter disaster our house was in.

Glass;everywhere. Strange liquid; in a giant puddle in the corner.

Screaming;check.

Ken and I were both startled when it stopped, and was immediatley restarted. So they knew we were home, and didn't even had the decency to stop. Ken looked a little shaken, and maybe even... Angry? Anyways, he led me to his room, and shut the door. In an attempt to drown out the noise, he turned his stereo on full blast.

No help. I couldn't help it, and I don't know why. This had happened plenty of times before. So..

Why did I have to cry right then. I had never let anyone see me cry. Ever. That was my whole reputation; Karen, The Girl Who Never Cries.

But there I was, crying in my brother's room like a helpless little kid. He jumped over to me on his bed and pulled me into a hug, and I was sure he was aying something, but over his stereo and my parents I couldn't hear him. He put his hands over my ears and we just sorta sat there for a while.

And I thought maybe this was gonna be okay.

Until he got up.

"Now Karen, don't move unless I tell you to, okay?" He said. I gave him a look, which went ignored. Comepletely. I didn't follow directions, of coure. I never do. I got up and peeked out into the hallway. He was yelling at Dad. Then they all got all angry, and Dad was beating up on Ken. I wanted to cover my eyes, to bury them in Kenny's sheets, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

It wasn't until Ken finally got free of Dad that I ran back to Ken's bed and pretended I hadn't moved. The next events were all a blur of fuzzy adrenaline, but we got some clothes and took off.

I came out of the apparent flashback, and my face was wet. What happened, Was I hot? No, room temp. I put my hand to my cheek.

Tears. I was crying. This wasn't anything new though. I cried all the time when I was alone. I just layed my head back down, and silently cried to sleep I guessed...

OMG, I was listening to "It wasn't me" while writing this, lol.

But anyway, Its finally done. I hope it turns out long...