Kaydee

Chapter 1

"Kaydee, hurry up! Take any time longer and you'll be late for school. AGAIN!"

Grouchily, I pulled my upper body up, stretching and yawning in hope of feeling more awake. Too bad it didn't work out, it wasn't long before I went half-asleep again and slumped back into my comfy, white sheets----- or what I'd like to call, heaven.

"KAYDEE ALEJANDRA BROADWICK!"

My eyes shot open. I knew I had to get up for sure, when the woman uses the full name on you, you run. For your life.

I recall the last time Ethan did, he almost lost his finger. But he deserved it, he ate a mouthful of her signature brownies before she could snap a photo of it and upload it onto Facebook (MOMS -inserts meme here-).

Since then, no one in the house dared to do the woman wrong. Not even Dad!

Snapping out of my thoughts, I rolled to the side in attempt to slide off the bed like they do in movies. But no, life decided to be a meanie, and I ended up landing butt-first.

"HAHAAHHAHAHA. You're such a loser."

While I rubbed the ache on my bottom (it's not what it sounds like, I swear), I turned my head to face Mr. Annoyington, who came to visit the princess (it's me). Well, there stood Ethan, with his hair waxed up "Cristiano Ronaldo"-style.

"Go away, Ethan," I whined, my brows scrunching downward.

"Kaydee Broadwick, the falling queen."

Giving him an "are you kidding me" look, I forced a single laugh.

"But you see, I'm a queen, and queens don't fall. They share welcoming hugs with the ground."

As if he didn't hear a thing I said, he proceeded with his hopeless attempt at giving me a mocking nickname.

"Fall.. Slip.. Stumble.. Tumble... TUMBLE!" I looked over at him. As offensive as it sounds, I sometimes question why he still has friends. oops

And then he continued, " Kaydee Tumbledee! HAHA! I'm so good at this." Pssssh, not so fast, young man.

"Kaydee Tumbledee, the clumsiest girl there'll ever be---" He began chanting like a mad tribe. While he was occupied with his chant session, I grabbed the opportunity and snuck a pair of rolled-up socks and flung it at him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, after shaking himself out of his round of madness.

"Kaydee TUMBLEDEE, you as a nice person is what we should see."

"Ethan, get out."

"Kaydee-"

"ETHAN. On the count of 5, 4, 3,"

"Kaydee Tumbledee, this is where I shall flee." and then he sped off.

So now you've met my mother and brother. They're weird, I know. And it's time I introduced myself. I'm Kaydee Alejandra Broadwick, a 17-year-old walking mess, and this is my story.

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Hi guys! If you hadn't noticed, I thought about how the first chapter and the storyline had been horribly written, felt bad about it, and decided to re-write it again. Sorry about that :((((

But I hope you liked this one, it took me awhile :-)

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