Karsa Weekes???

Holy f- LANGUAGE!!!

As I had awoken from the odd dream, a feeling came over me and I began freaking out, I had only just noticed how weird this was, firstly a girl approached me on a bridge speaking nonsense and then for some reason the wind was strong enough to force me off of said bridge, after that I woke up in this completely different house, different room with all of the things I was intrested in hung on the walls and then my best friend is somehow there too, not to mention the fact that my father is apparently Dallon Weekes and my dream cat is my pet.

I am honestly so surprised that I only realised this now, it's like I was blind but now I can see again. I feel accepted here but I don't even know where I am, it's like a dream, maybe that night at the bridge some crazy person attacked me and pushed me off AND I WOUND UP IN A COMA, DREAMING THIS REALITY. 

"Karsa!" Dallon yelled and immediately my stomach churned, yelling tended to make me feel uneasy as my mother was very harsh in her punishments towards me and I mean physically, emotionally and mentally, I got up from the bed and put on some fresh clothes, as I walked out to where I heard Dallon, I saw him standing over the broken vases,

"I didn't know these broke?" he said in confusion to which he only shrugged and started placing them in a garbage bag, I sighed and mentally cursed myself for not telling him and cleaning it up.

"Oh, Karsa, I just wanted to tell you that you have that meet-and-greet today at 11AM and then you also have the interview at 5PM, followed by your nightly vlog, but I don't need to remind you about that right? Oh! and Stacy, she will inform you on the venues because they were unreasonably changed last night." Dallon said, all the while still cleaning the mess from the vases.

"Uhm, Okay..." I replied and was about to leave,

"Wait Karsa! I forgot to tell you but Stacy also laid out your clothes in the guest room." Dallon quickly spoke and walked out the front door most obviously taking out the garbage bag. I walked around and navigated the house only to stumble upon - you guessed it! the guest room. I grabbed the clothes and since the time was only 7AM, I grabbed a towel from the guest bathroom and walked back to my room, I went into my bathroom and let down my hair, beginning to brush it, after I finished I took off my clothes and placed them into a basket close to the shower, I turned and locked the door to my bathroom and jumped into the shower, it took me some time to figure out how to work it but I eventually got there, I applied shampoo into my hair and thoroughly scrubbed it through, I washed my hair making sure it was fully gone, then applied my conditioner and repeated the process I used for the shampoo, I grabbed a bottle of body wash and washed myself before finishing and drying myself with the towel.

It hadn't been long since my shower, only about an hour, it was 8:10 AM and I was sat in my bed reading fan fiction, more specifically Destiel AU's, I heard the soft clicking of my door opening and a Young Woman walked inside and stood in front of me, 

"Karsa, thank god that you are already dressed, we decided to move the meet-and-greet up to 10 AM so that means we have to get going now, we have to go to the car quickly before we are late." The woman said and began pushing me.

"WE HAVE ARRIVED!" The woman screeched and yet again started dragging me, suddenly men wearing suits surrounded me as the paparazzi crowded me, they began to protect me from those savages. I gasped for air as I entered the building and the woman began running towards a hallway, as we neared I saw that there were signs on doors ans stars below them, I recognised these and began to look at all of the dressing rooms, before I was harshly thrown from my thoughts into the room, fear rushed through me after the harsh stop, I had not yet entered the room and was looking at the old scratchy carpet on the ground below me, another harsh pull sent me flying forwards but I ended up tripping and the direction of my fall wound down to the ground, shock was etched onto my face and my heart began to race, but time seemed to slow, I managed to comprehend the situation and I was no longer shocked,

"Holy F-" I managed to say before I was interrupted by several voices all shouting the same thing in unison,

"LANGUAGE!!!" They all said, as I hit the ground I had most likely bruised my legs but I was too curious to care, I looked up only to see Madi, Dallon, Spooky Jim (He Meowed), My family and My step-family.

"THE F-" I squeaked and yet again the chorus yelled together with stern looks spread across their face.

"LANGUAGE!!!" and a small meow followed.