Keeping up with... Kamryn?

Chapter Six.

A/N: so sorry guys it has taken so long to update so many of my stories, I am off all week for thanksgiving so I will update as much as I can! I am so busy right so it's hard to update every day. I am in the middle of switching schools because I am being bullied so bad. It sucks. To all you bullies out there... get a life, because a life spent torturing other people and making them feel like they are a nobody and not worth shit is not a life worth living. Everyone is beautiful in their own way!

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Charles said, "We are here."

The black limo pulled into a driveway. I couldn't see a house, but he pulled up to a gate where he punched in a code. The gates opened and I wondered how he knew the code. Debbie or someone probably told him...

When we started pulling into the private driveway, the mansion appeared.

It was right in front of me. The house I have seen on television countless time. The Kardashion mansion. This is where they all get together and have family time. This is the main setting on Keepibg up with the Kardashians.

And here I am. Sitting in the car in the driveway, I already begin to feel out of place and unwanted. Not a good sign.

Charles came around and opened my door for me. As I walked up the path to the front door, I made sure my outfit looked okay. I was wearing white denim pants and a pink and white striped blouse. I picked a good day to be fashionable, that's for sure.

To them, all that matters in terms of a "good impression" is probably a good outfit. Go figures on that one!

I approached the door slowly. Gosh... Even their front door was fancy. The torturous thoughts that they might not accept me arose in my mind again. They won't like me because Im not rich enough. Not a model. Not like them. I am just... me. And there is nothing special to me at all.

I brought my finger to the doorbell. Then I drew it back. I don't know why this is taking me so long. You'd think meeting your new family, which happens to be the Kardashians... who doesn't even know you exist... would be easy, right? Note the sarcasm there.

Finally, I brought myself to push the button.

I turned around to look to Charles for support, but he was already gone. It's just me now. I am doing this all alone.

The door flew open and I couldn't believe who stood before me. I have seen her on my dads television countless times.

Kim Kardashian-West. And there she stood with adorable baby North, with the biggest grin on her face.

"Hello, can I help you?"

I was lost for words. Literally. There was so much to say but so few correct ways to say it. All this time I was focused on if they would like me or not... but now I am stuck here in an awkward situation trying to find some way to say "Hi, I am Kris Jenner's daughter. You don't know about me and I don't even know if she does. May I come in?"

Yeah... that... except in a more subtle way?

Then again, there really is NO subtle way to tell this.

So instead, I stood there like a frozen idiot.

Kim suddenly smiled and yelled, "Oh! I know who you are!!"

"Y-you do?" I managed to choke out pitifully.

"Well of course I do! You are with the Girl Scouts right?! You seem a little old for that though." She shrugged.

"U-uh..." I stuttered idiotically, obviously not helping the situation at all.

"Kris!!" Kim yelled before I could explain. "The Girl Scouts are here. Get your wallet and come buy something. Kanye likes those thin mint ones."

And with that, Kim disappeared.

What was I supposed to do now? Go in? Stay out? Wait? She kind of let me hanging there.

As I stood and contemplated what to do, she appeared before me. Kris Jenner. My mother.