Hey there!

So my names Karissa, This is my SECOND fan fiction story. I have written 1 for Austin and Ally called Second chance: a Austin and Ally story. Im not sure if I will continue it, but you should go check it out!

I LOVE kickin it (leo howard is one of my few celeb crushesJ) and I love KICK!

You may find my story(s) kind of dark and sad, but that's only because I think that a little bit of that makes an interesting story. Im not a wired and/or twisted person! I swear! I just don't want a boring story! No body's perfect! Everyone (even my characters) make mistakes. Ok now im just babbling. Well, I guess I will see you in my A/N after ch 1!

Please enjoy!

And now I give you…..Fearless…or not.!

Chapter 1: Just an average day

(kim's POV)

I slowly shuffled my feet towards the place of my doom; Seaford high. I studied my surroundings. I was on a path through the park, the same one I have been taking since the beginning of freshman year, and two years later, I have taken it every single day on the way to school. Alone. The birds, and trees, and flowers, and lack of people just calmed me for the upcoming day. Thank god no one knew that this was the way I walked to school. If anyone found out, I would have to find another way, and who knew how long that would take.

I looked down at the old black watch on my wrist. It was 7:20. Which means school started in 5 minutes. I looked up and saw the bench engraved "in loving memory of Kelly Crawford" the other reason I took this path. To leave a flower for my mom, and to talk to her and ask for her help with the up coming day. The upcoming life! But I had to hurry. I had 5 minutes to get to school, and it was still a 4 minute walk, plus I still had to hurry to my locker, ignoring the torture, grab my books, and get to class as soon as possible to get to my little desk in the back corner, but if I hurried and ran I could get there in 1 to 2 minutes tops. So I picked a flower, put in on the bench and ran.

I didn't bother to ask for help. I never got any anyway as. I wasn't worth it apparently, but its ok, I deserve it. I let him kill her, I didn't stop him. I let him do it. I could have done something, I could have saved her, but I didn't. I'm a terrible person.

I looked up, breathing hard from running, to see the school. I looked at my watch. 7:22. I had three minutes. I ran inside and reached my locker. I was about to open it, when I heard laughing. I looked to my left, and saw a group of boys staring at me, with huge grins on their faces, trying to suppress their laughter, about 6 lockers down. I rolled my eyes and unlocked my locker. Sure enough a huge mirror inside, and in huge red letters someone had written 'UGLY PATHETIC BITCH!' with an arrow pointing to where my face was. I felt a tear drip down my face as the boys burst out in laughter. It was true. I was ugly. I was pathetic. And I was a bitch. I knew this. But the words still hurt.

I shoved the mirror into the back of my locker, grabbed my books, and slammed the door shut. I quickly walked away towards my first class, English. I hated that class. Don't get me wrong, I really do love English, I loved to read and write, and I had an A in that class. But other than that, it was terrible.

I got there just before the bell rang. I hurried to my desk in the back. And for some reason, everyone was staring at me. I looked at my desk. I wondered what would be written on it this time. Probably the usual. Something like 'Ugly' 'Freak' 'Bitch' 'No one likes you' 'I hope you kill yourself' 'go die in a hole. The words always hurt, but I learned to hide it, I was used to it. I was about to sit down at my desk. There was nothing written on it. Huh. that's strange. The whole class went silent as I was about to sit down. This was so weird. But as soon as I sat, I knew why.

The whole desk broke into pieces the moment I sat down. Everyone staring at me and bursting out in laughter. Shouting things like 'I hate you!' 'you deserve all this!' 'why do you even bother to show up!?'

I sat there, on the verge of tears as my teacher, Mr. Klein, walked in.

"settle down, settle down." he said, quieting the whole class. As he took in the scene, and saw me, he let out a deep breath. He walked up to me. kimberly,"

"Kim" I breathed. He should know this by now. We are six weeks in to the second semester.

"sorry, Kim" he corrected himself. There. That was better. "are you ok? What happened?" he asked looking down on me with what seemed to be fake concern.

"yes." I replied. "just an old desk I guess."

"okay.." he replied, helping me up. "Please find an empty seat so we can get started with class."

"Yes Mr. Klein" I said standing up. He walked to the fromt of the room after handing me my stuff. I scanned the room searching for an open seat. There was only one left. Right next to Jack Brewer. Great. And I say that sarcastically.

(A/N: I was going to finish here, but what the hell! Here is an extra long chapter for you guys!)

I took a deep breath and made my way to the desk. As I sat down I swear I heard him breathe 'why me?!' well guess what you jackass (hey, that name really suits him! I wonder if that's really what his name is..) the feeling's mutual.

About ten minutes into class I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around to see Donna Tobin with a smirk on her face.

"Freak" she whispered. I turned my head back. I didn't need this crap from her right now. I already get enough of it at home.

Yup. that's right. Home. Donna just happens to be my Twin. Fraternal of course. We are NOTHING alike.

I have stringy blonde hair with natural brown highlights that's always flat, dull brown eyes, a tiny figureless body, and pale gross looking skin. While Donna has, long, silky dark brown hair that's always done to perfection, tan skin, and like me, she has brown eye's, but unlike mine, hers have a certain sparkle to them. She Always has on a bunch of makeup that really brings out her features. I just wore mascara and a bit of lip-gloss. I wasn't anything, people only knew ME as a freak, while Donna was the most popular girl at Seaford high. We didn't get along At all. We were twins, but we couldn't possibly be any different.

(A/N: I portrayed Donna as Nina Dobrev who plays Elena Gilbert from the vampire diaries. Links will be on my bio!)

Now, you may be wondering, how was my last name Crawford and hers Tobin? Well that's simple. After my, excuse me, OUR mother died, my, oops did it again, our father and Donna were so embarrassed of me for some reason, most likely hatred, changed their name to his mothers maiden name, Tobin. Yup, that's how much they hated me. They couldn't even freaking stand to have the same last name as me! But who could blame them. Its my fault she died.

Anyways, Donna was, of course being the most popular girl in the school, dating the most popular guy. Jack Brewer. Both popular. Her cheer captain, him star of the football team. Not a surprise there. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. I hated him. But, I do have to admit hes pretty hot. But that doesn't even remotely change the hatred I feel towards him.

All the rest of class, Donna stabbed the back of my neck with her pencil. I tried to ignore the pain, her pencil was sharp. REALLY sharp. I did get a quick break about halfway through class though. When she went to sharpen her pencil.

The rest of the day went as normal. No one talked to me. Being tripped in the hallway. Being called names. Sitting alone at lunch. Stupid pranks. (none too bad though) being ganged up on during P.E. while Coach Fields talked on the phone with her boyfriend. You know, the usual.

You know, sometimes I wonder what I did to make everyone hate me so much. I mean, I know its my fault my mom died, but still.

When I got home, I had about an hour left until my father would be home, and two until Donna would. So I went upstairs and climbed the rickety ladder to the attic, otherwise known as my room. Threw my bag down it the corner. I looked around the room.

It was tiny, but still good sized. Sort of. There was one tiny window letting a bit of light in. my makeshift bed was just a bunch of boxes with a old mattress on top of them, a old flat cheap pillow form target, and my mothers old quilt. Across the room was my desk. Four boxes stacked with a board of wood on top of it, my mothers old computer, which I was lucky I was allowed to keep, no matter how slow it was. My chair was just an old ugly thing I found on the side of the road. I walked into my bathroom, which had all the normal bathroom stuff, but just cramped together. I looked in the mirror, grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair back. I sighed and walked out. I walked across the room and into my tiny closed. I moved the bookshelf out of the way and walked into the tiny secret room. I sat down at my mothers old piano. If my dad new I had this, he would FREAK! I began to play my mothers favorite song, Fearless, which soon became mine. She wrote it all by herself.

"I'm stuck in your head,

I'm back from the dead,

Got you running and scared,

I'm fearless.

I'm calling you out,

I'm taking you down

Don't you come back Around

I'm Fear-"

"Kimberly!" I was cut off by my dads yelling and the slamming of the front door. I ran out of the room, pushed the bookshelf back in its place. I grabbed a book, opened it to a random page, flopped down on my bed, and pretended to read. Just in time to, my dad burst open the hatch to my room and climbed in. That song didn't fit me at all. I was NOT fearless.

He was home forty five minutes early, and he seemed really mad today. Shit.

Cliff hanger!

And tada! So theres the first chapter of Fearless… or not.! I hope you like(d) it! Please Review! I love reviews! I wanna know what you think! What was your favorite part?! Least? What do you think of the story? Is it good? Bad? Okay? Do I need to do anything different? Are you looking forward to my update!? Please! I want to know!

REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY!

Music- Fearless by Olivia holt, I love that songJ

It will be a KICK story! Sorry there isn't really any jack/kick in this chapter! But im getting to it! Its just an into chapter!

Links will be on my bio!

Well, that's it!

Lots-of-love,

KarissaJ