Hey people! It's me! I'm starting this story, I think it'll be a ton better than Is This Real? Partly because no one reviews to it, so I kinda think it's lame. If you want me to continue it I will because I have some amazing ideas, but I need your input. Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It. But it's be so cool if I did, because then I'd own Leo Howard! Lol… But I will be putting in a bunch of characters and I DO own them, AND I OWN THE PLOT. IT'S MINE! Happy reading!

I know a guy. He deserves an award. No not one for sports, or academics. This award is special, and can only be given to one person in the entire world. It's the award for being a world class jerk. You think of jerks as maybe the guy who teases you, or messes with you. This guy is above all that. He made sixth, seventh, and eighth grade miserable. Now, you're probably thinking 'Oh that's such a young age, what damage could he have done?' let me tell you. He didn't make me miserable, he changed me forever. He didn't hurt me, he broke me into a billion pieces. I'm out of glue, I can't put myself back together. These three years were tortureous. Not one person except for me knew the whole story of everything. My friends knew some things, the big things. But what they didn't know was that this one guy was tearing me apart from the inside out. I became insecure, he said he didn't like me with my hair curled, so I gave away my hair curler. He told me he thinks I'm fat, I became anorexic. (well not for very long). This one guy ruined me, and I'll never be the same again. Do you want to know who he is?

His name is Jack Anderson.

And this is… 20 Reasons Why You Should Hate Boys

My name is Kim, Kim Crawford. Nice to meet you too. And I absolutely hate boys. No I'm not lesbian, I'm still straight, don't worry. But Jack Anderson is a terrible person. He's not a jerk, he's cruel. Evil even. And I have 20 reasons to hate him, 20 times he's killed me. There are definitely more than 20 things that happened to make me hate him, but I'm only going to tell you 20 of them, unless you want more. I'm not going to tell you all of them in chronological order, that'd take way too much time and effort. But what I am going to do is tell you when it was, how old I was, and what month it was, and where it was. That should be enough info.

Are you ready?...