This kind of came to mind when I was reading Wide Awake by .Kisses which is a great fanfiction by the way. I'm following it so I highly recommend it. I usually don't do two fics at once but since the other one is a collection of oneshots only, I think I can handle it. Enjoy!

Kim's POV

I am not typical. Maybe that's made obvious by how I dress or what I do, but I don't like being just like everyone else.

So when Grace West and her annoying as hell best friend, Kelsey Vargas, push me around like a dirty dishrag, I want to rip off their heads.

Right now, you're probably confused. And you should be. If you weren't I would be confused myself. So here's how it works.

Grace and Kelsey hate my guts. Their one goal in life is to make mine a living hell.

Once upon a time, I wouldn't believe Grace would actually do that to me. But now that I see her true colors, I'm really not all that shocked.

Everyone in school treats her like royalty. To be honest, the only thing royal about her is the fact that she's a royal bitch. If you ask me, the people that should be "worshipped" are the people behind the crowd. I've found that most of the people that nobody notices are the ones that are the most interesting.

I know that makes me sound like a stalker but I can't help it. Being alone all of the time means that I can hear a lot more. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but I do. It's like my talent.

Alright. Now you're probably very confused. Let's start our story with something a little more understandable.

In school, I'm an outcast. Grace and I used to be best friends but ever since The Incident, I've been alone. Grace ditched me for Kelsey and Ricky. Or more specifically, popularity.

Ever since that day with the newspapers, I've been isolated. Secretly, I consider a lot of people just like me my friends.

They kind of understand me in a way. They know what I've been going through with Ricky and they help. Not that I need help. I'm my own person and I do not need someone helping me get back on my feet after last year.

But they still mean a lot to me. People like Julie Saunders, a girl that is constantly isolated because of her smarts. Once she helped me after I fell off my skateboard.

Or Jerry Martinez. Although he acts like a pervert, he can be really nice. I mean, he helped me carry my books to my locker the day after The Incident.

Or Eddie Johnson. On our first day of high school he helped Grace and me pick out our lunch. He's a good...food picker.

And last but not least, Milton Krupnick. For calculus last year, he was my tutor and was so nice. He helped me pass with a B.

Well. That's my backstory. Do you want to know the real one? The one that tells you what exactly happened with Grace? The one where I tell you exactly how my whole freshman year went?

I guess I could tell you. Just hold on tight, enjoy, and don't yell at any of the characters in the tale that is my life. No matter how bitchy they get. I should warn you, though. When you start hearing my story, you're strapped in for the ride. Good luck.

8:00 AM

A crisp California breeze wafted its way through my bedroom window. On most days, I would slam the snooze button. But today was different.

Today was the first day of 10th grade.

I jumped out of my bed, and headed to the bathroom in a flash.

My brother Stevie was already standing there with his beloved video camera.

"There you have it, everybody! Kimzilla!"

I love Stevie. Don't get me wrong. But not enough to let him get away with that one.

"Shut it, twerp!" I snapped.

I chased him around the second floor of our house before he finally yelled for our mom.

"Kimberly, do not hurt your brother!" her voice rang up the stairs.

As Stevie closed his camera, he smirked at me. That's another thing about Stevie. He swears that one day he will be a famous director. But for now, he films random videos of me and my family.

I groaned and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door in his face. This wasn't the day to be mad. I needed to get ready. I'd deal with the pest tomorrow.

After brushing my teeth, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My golden blonde hair wafted down to my mid-back, the dip-dyed ends still bright in color.

My brown eyes were wide awake, considering I'm not a morning person. Looks like no makeup is needed.

I will admit I don't like makeup anyway, but if I need it, I'll wear it.

After my mini-inspection, I jumped into the shower. I love showers. They're like 20 whole minutes to me. I don't have to worry about Grace, Stevie, or even the divorce papers my mom was filling out right now. After my 20 minutes were up, I got out of the shower and wrapped a plush towel around myself.

Getting dressed was easy. I wore my usual ensemble. A white tanktop with denim skinny jeans. Just for a personal touch, I added on a loosened black tie.

Once I was finished, I grabbed my iPod, converse, and skateboard. As soon as I was sure I had everything, I ran down the stairs. My mom was making breakfast and my brother was filming her.

Sun shone through our glass doors, giving the room a more positive glow.

"Morning, Kimmy!" my mom greeted me.

I waved to her, set down my skateboard, and skated out the door. I just couldn't help but mess up Stevie's greased back hair on my way, though.

As I skated down our driveway I could hear him whining and my mom's laugh trilling through the air.

As I skated towards school, I turned on my iPod. I loved music. It expresses people in a way nothing else can. Or maybe I'm just a weird theatre loser.

Whatevs.

As Paramore basically etched its way into my brain, I ran into something hard.

My skateboard slid from underneath me as my body landed on top of the object I ran into. It was warm and I kind of liked lying on top of it.

"Uh...hi," the thing said.

Crap. It's a person.

I jumped up faster than lightning.

Oh. So the boy was attractive. With beautiful eyes and floppy brown hair. He just seemed so sweet and…stop! Don't fall for attractive guys. It's a waste of time.

Focusing more on the issue at hand than his inviting brown eyes, I let out a hand for him to take. Instead, he helped himself up.

Well.

That was pretty rude.

But I guess I'll let it pass. I did kind of run into the guy.

"Sorry about that. I'm Kim," I said.

He blinked.

That's it? Really?

"Look, I know you're probably peeved that I ran into you on a skateboard, but where I come from, you're supposed to at least yell at me. Not just stand there like you belong in the loony bin!" I snapped.

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it. The next thing he did surprised me.

He handed me my iPod.

Seriously?

"I managed to save it before it hit the gravel. You really shouldn't be listening to this while you're riding, though."

I stood in shock. That was all he had to say?

No "Watch where you're going!" or "Are you blind or something?"

"Thanks," I mumbled.

He didn't seem fazed.

"I'm Jack. Sorry about my temporary mutism."

He stuck out a hand for me to shake and I took it.

"Now that we've got that cleared up, bye," I said blankly.

Jack was undeniably attractive and, who am I kidding? He seems really nice. But nice people are the ones you need to watch out for. It's always just an act. They never really are.

"Wait!" I heard from behind me.

I turned around just to face Jack again. I didn't want to talk to this boy. I wanted to get to school and not be late on my first day. I wanted to forget this boy existed and start up another year of stress and drama.

"What?" I snapped.

Jack looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were a dark brown with golden flecks scattered around. They were so exotic compared to mine.

"Never mind," he said while walking away.

Okay. That ended pretty abruptly. I just didn't know how to keep going. Hope you like it. Tell me if I should continue because I don't want to keep publishing something no one will even read.

I know Kim is pretty OOC but that's only because of her past with Grace. As the story progresses she'll start to be Kim. At least Jack is still Jack!

It is going to be pretty AU, though so bear with me. Right now, Kickin' It is my comfort zone.

So yeah! Tell me what you think! R&R! PM me, I don't bite ;)

Hopefully an update of Oneshots to Remember will be up soon but I've got like 0 inspiration haha

xoxo,

Mo

EDITED: 11/5/2012