Well, k so here's chapter 1, edited for your reading pleasure.
Hope you like it guys, this editing thing took so long.
Disclaimer: (Not even sure if I need this, but just to be safe…) I don't own Kickin' it, or any other names or brands mentionned.
*EDITED*
Kim's POV:
God, I hate moving! It's so pointless! All you do is pack, pack, pack, just so you can unpack it all again! Why couldn't we be twenty years in the future where we had robots to do all the packing. Or leprechauns. I like leprechauns...
I finished emptying the cardboard box labelled 'clothes' and walked over to my poor excuse for a bed-if it could even be called a bed-It was basically just a matress (not even a real one, may I add, but an inflatable blue, dust-covered matress) covered in barbie sheets that my dad had bought at the 99 cent store. I flopped down on it as hard as I could without bursting it and removed my iPhone from my jean pockets. I tapped the small icon for Itunes and scrolled down my playlist. ACDC? No, too loud. Taylor swift? Sooo over her. Hmmmm…Beyonce? Ding ding ding! We have a winner!
As the music for 'Single Ladies' started to play, I mouthed the lyrics and took a good look around my new room. It had plain blue walls and a few drawers in the corner, and a bedside (or should I say mattress side) lamp which was illuminating the small room. As I gazed upon the Oak floors, I remembered how I used to have the same floor back in tennessee. I had had a lot of memorable times back there, like when my best friend Amy and I went mattress surfing down the long staircase, trying to copy those girls in the princess diaries. Safe to say, that didn't end quite as we'd hoped, and we ended up in the emergency room with a sprained wrist for me and a broken ankle for Amy.
I also had my first kiss in that house, from a boy named Freddie, and it was where I'd had my very first karate lesson, down in the basement-slash-dojo. It was going to be strange not to wake up in my old queen-sized bed to the sound of the noisy cockerels in the back yard every morning, and taking a different bus to go to a different school and meet different people.
Life's not fair.
I got up from my bed and bounced over to the bathroom, swaying my head to the beat of the music. It was actually quite a nice bathroom; the white marble floor was smooth and polished, the bathtub was nice and deep with a shower attachment, and there was a large, rectangle mirror hanging up above the ivory sink.
I approached the mirror, coming to stand a few steps away. The girl I saw in front of me had dull blonde hair tied loosely into a dishevelled bun, her brown eyes dull from fatigue, and the black bags underneath them were evidence if her lack of sleep. A slightly upturned nose was clean of freckles, her full lips were chapped and dry, and her greyish complexion gave her the appearance of a creature of the undead.
I didn't take the time to look at myself out of vanity, all though it might seem that way to some; I just found that when I looked close enough at my eyes, or my nose, or the little mole I have on the side of my neck, I could sometimes see a glimpse of my mother in myself. She'd been such a ginormous part of my life, and now she was gone. It had been nearly a year now, but I still hadn't quite gotten over the fact that she was gone. She was a good woman. Not just as my mother, but as a person. She never had a cruel word to say about anyone and no-one could ever resist her charming smile. Not even big, bad dad.
I'd see her in every face, hear her in every song, smell her in every bottle of Chanel, the kind she'd used to wear whenever she went out to a fancy get-together with her friends.
I held back the tears from my eyes as I braced myself against the cool porcelain, taking a moment to steady myself. I was not going to cry.
After taking a few deep breaths, I went over to my bedroom window and opened the shutters, letting the bright, Californian sun shine through, the gentle breeze caressing my face.
I sighed. In a few days I would be starting school again as a Junior at Seaford High, and I would have to go through the rumoured terrifying experience of being the new girl, which most likely meant getting lost on my way to class, having to catch up on a whole new curriculum and being completely ignored for the first month.
What reason could I possibly have to be nervous?
Turning away from the window, I made my way to my mattress and sat on the edge, changing the music on my phone to something a tad more soothing before lying completely down.
As an old Adele song played into my ears, my mind wandered away, taking me to a land of paranoia. I wondered if I was going to make any new friends, if the homework would be harder, if the teachers would be stricter.
A particularly dreadful image flashed through my mind of me being bullied by the jocks and humiliated by the cheerleaders.
Oh god, I thought in a panic. What if I'm so incredibly awkward and stupid that even the computer nerds and band geeks won't want me?! What if-
I was abruptly torn away from my thoughts when I suddenly heard a shrill noise coming from somewhere outside. I didn't quite catch it at first but as I took my headphones out, I recognised it as the sound of my fox terrier, Toto, barking like a madman. Or rather, maddog.
I paid no attention to it at first, shrugging it off as another squirrel finding its way into our garden. But as the barking became more and more frantic, I became slightly annoyed.
Pulling my headphones out of my ears, I rolled off of the bed and left the room, almost stumbling down the stairs in my haste to get my silly little dog to shutthefuckup.
Once in the hallway, I slipped on a pair of slippers over my stripy blue socks and picked a green hoodie to wear over my pyjamas. The same damn pyjamas that I had been wearing for days, now, because my box of nightwear was nowhere to be found.
I opened the back door leading to the garden and slipped out into the warm sunny garden. I spotted Toto by the cherry tree, yapping away at something up in the branches.
"Toto!" I called out to him. "Toto, here boy!"
He turned his little head and looked at me briefly, before focusing his attention back on the tree.
What was so fascinating about that goddamn cherry tree?
I walked over to him and crouched down by his side, giving his head a little scratch, to which he shook his leg in contentment.
"What is it boy?" I asked him in my dog voice. He let out a low whine and looked at me pleadingly, then back up to the branches.
I stood back up and took a good, long look at the tree, expecting to find a cat, or a squirrel, anything that a dog would bark at, but I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"There's nothing there, you silly dog" I reprimanded him.
*Bark*
I sighed. "Fine. But you'd better hope that I find something up there, or I'm shipping you off to the loony bin." Although talking to my dog can't be a shining example of sanity either.
I rolled up my sleeves and latched my hands onto the lowest branch, hoisting myself off of the ground.
The flexibility that all my years of Karate had granted me came in handy as I swung my leg over to rest on the thick branch that was almost level with my bedroom window. My other leg soon followed, leaving me sitting rather uncomfortably on the mossy bark of the tree.
"Alright, boy. I'm up. Now what on earth is it that has you so riled up?"
There was no squirrel, no cat, not even a bird. There was absolutely nothi- Oh. What do we have here?
Soaked in cherry juice was a small piece of dark fabric resting on the edge of the branches. That wasn't very normal, and unless I was dealing with Chip and Dale, this didn't belong to any animal.
Which means that someone was up there, in that tree, with a perfect view of my bedroom and everything inside of it. Including me.
Gross.
I clutched the fabric and jumped down from the tree, only slightly stumbling as my feet hit the ground.
I went to lick the cherry juice off of my sticky hands, but as soon as the liquid touched my tongue, I spat it straight out, almost gagging at the metallic taste.
That was not cherry juice.
It was blood.
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- CCC