The True Fake Life Of Kimberly Ryans by Alexis R. Chavers (the false prince series .txt) 📕

I was in a dark room. Marie, in front of me. Well, I think it was her. Whoever this woman was had jet black hair that went to her waist. She had green eyes that shined beautifully but looked dull because of the dark circles under her eyes. She sat in a rocking chair holding a crying baby. Her skin was pale blue, and the baby, I couldn't see but I could hear him. I stood in front of them. The only light in the room was one in the back behind her chair. The lady looked right at me as she sang, her flawless voice, haunting me. It was so familiar, as if I've heard it before. Just like every other times this dream happen, I can't talk. Sometimes when I can, the only words that come out are, "Marie, why?" or "Help, please. I’m begging!" No matter how hard I tried to scream, it came out as a hushed whisper. This time I try to ask her who she is, but instead I hear a voice call 'my' name, instead. "Kimberly let’s go! Time for school, hurry up!" I snap out of my daydream, correction nightmare. My step-mom Chelsea stands across the living room, looking as if someone had just broken a nail, completely shattered. My mother and father both got murdered when I was only 3 years old. All I had left after that was my big sister, Marie. She was at the lake at the time of the murders. My parent’s case hasn't been solved yet. Marie wasn't a suspect though. She was only four years, and had been with our Aunt Stephanie, who was irresponsible and an alcoholic. She had left Marie, in the car almost the whole night. She went to jail for that, since Marie almost suffocated with the stiff hot air in the car. Chelsea isn't my step mom. Well she's a foster mom, she's a priss and hates getting dirty or wearing the same outfit more than once a month. I have a tom-girl personality. I'm girly and tomboyish, so were opposites. Chelsea gives me my black leather Coach purse, and tosses my backpack and lunchbox. She shoves my Converse to me, as if there 'Last season’s L.E.I. jeans' or something. I put my lunchbox in my backpack, grab my converse and slide them on and throw on my backpack. My purse is already in my hand, and I'm ready to go. I go out of the front door and slide into the passenger seat of Chelsea's hideous pink Corvette. About two minutes of staring at the blackened night at six-twenty in the morning Chelsea hops in the driver seat. As soon as she gets in her hands move straight to the radio, turning it off. She hates music, period. Not classical, rock, country, rap, R&B, or even pop. She says that singers are worthless people that have lipo. , mental issues, alcohol addictions, and drug attachment. People that are fake, if only she knew she was a life size Irish Barbie doll. "I won't be home until the sixth." "Why? Where are you going?" I ask. Chelsea presses the gas pedal so hard, I slam against the back of my seat. "Nowhere special, just shopping in Dubai. They built this mall that’s like so pretty! It has a ski lodge in it, and almost a hundred Coach Stores. But that’s not the reason I'm going." she pauses, then smiles. "Jennifer Aniston is going to be there!" she yelps excitedly. "Oh. Tonight when you come back, can we go to the movies together? They have this movie called Seven Screams Till' Lights Out, that is so awesome! I love the previews, and it's supposedly a five star movie." We exchange looks, different species it looks like. I'm smiling ear to ear, and she’s confused from her fake lashes, to her alien-ized nails. "Didn't you just hear me, Kimberly? I'm not coming back until next week. I need some time to think." She says, and makes a turn at my school's driveway. The car, comes abruptly to a stop, I unbuckle myself, and am about to open the door, when a hand touches me. It's Chelsea's, obviously. "Don't forget your keys." she says, then hands me a zebra striped key. I thank her then step out of the car and run to class. On my way I bump into Zach, my crush and my occasional talking friend. "Hey." I say. He runs toward me, and nearly knocks me off my feet. He smells so sweet, and looks so mysterious. He slips off his glasses, and hides them. It's actually kind of funny in a cute way that he hides them just from me, like I wouldn't approve of them or something. Of course I would, I wear contacts, glasses don't bother me. "You know the tardy bell rang, right?" he asks teasingly. "You know the girls bathrooms, that way right?" I reply. We both choke out a laugh, except his sounds almost real. "Yeah, I know." He says, laughing again. I continue walking, thinking the conversations over, usually we dont talk this long, he just says one thing, I answer then boom, it's over. He doesn't move until I make it to the entrance of A hall. "Wait!" he calls. I continue to walk, as if I didn't hear him. Instead of leaving me alone, he runs toward me again. I can't help but smile, when I catch his eye. He opens the door for me, "Ladies first." he says. I giggle like a retarded school-girl. We walk all the way down the hall not talking. When I reach my locker I've almost forgotten he was there. But he was, Zach Foul, standing right next to me. I bend down and do my combination, 2-12-6. Then I grab my ELA book, and binder. When I stand again, there he is. For a moment I think I might faint because I almost fell, getting up and so I grabbed Zach's hand. The joy of being with him. "Sorry." I say, trying to take my hand back. "It's ok, not your fault. It's just your hand, my fingers dont bite, I promise." he tells me, laughing. "I know, well I got to go, bye. Talk to you later." I reply. As soon as my hand touches the door knob, he comes so close to me, he might be able to hear what I'm thinking. Then he whispers, "Meet me at break." and makes a run for it. As if I'd say no, or something. For once after Marie's accident, I actually smiled and laughed. And they were real. Thank you Zachary Foul.


I open the door, having an immediate response from thirty-two other eyes. My cheeks start to burn, because I hate 'this' kind of attention. I grab the question of the day and go to my seat, being watched. When I take out my pencil and begin to write their attention turns to the announcements. "Good morning students and faculty. This is a clear, sunny Monday were having so far. Today we are having an assembly in second hour at nine twenty. Where we will be talking about Accelerated reader and TRRFC tickets. Were also having performances from the cheerleaders today. Have a wonderful day, thank you.". Our principal Mr. Prescott screeches over the intercom. After they announced everything our history teacher, Ms. Blan started talking. It was hard to listen though. I just couldn't concentrate. Every couple of seconds felt like minutes, I looked at the clock impatiently. Time felt like it stopped and there I was the same place as I was this morning.
"Are you just going to sit there?" a girl said. I lifted up my head and saw Stacy Repsen standing in front of me. "Huh?" I asked confused. "Were partners, duh. Didn't you hear, Ms. Blan said we have to do a history project on an event, or state." she paused taking in my expression. "We had to have partners and we got each other." she explained slowly. "I'm not dumb, let’s start." I replied swiftly. She sat down in the empty desk next to me. "We can sit by our partner until deadline. So what do you want to do for the state?" she asks. I think over our fifty options. "We could always do an event, right? Wouldn't it be easier than doing it on a state?" I say. She looks at the clock and back at me. "It's almost time to go, we can talk about it later. Oh, by the way heres my number." she takes a pen and paper then jots her cell phone down. The bell rings and the intercom comes on. "Seventh graders come to the auditorium. Thank you." a womans voice says. I'm guessing it was Mrs. Asplyn, the assistent principal. I grabbed my stuff and then headed out the door. Outside, Zach was there. Talking to a girl, probably his new girlfriend or something. I walk by and catch sight of the girl, she's really pretty. She's short and scrawny in a super-model way though. The only thing that made her look ugly was all of the makeup on her face, she passed as a clown from Zombieland. If I closed my eyes and looked the other way she was really beautiful. I do so, to prove my point to myself. I end up colliding with some person in front of me. "Watch it!" a guys voice says, pushing me out of the way. I hit the lockers on the right of me. The guy looks over and I catch sight of humanity. I half smile, half glare. He smiles and then zombieclown shows up and links her arm in his. Then just like that all of that humanity slips away, and they walk away. I let people slide past me until I'm all by myself in the hall way. I decide to skip the assembly, and walk out the doors to the courtyard. "Your here too?" a familiar voice calls from behind me. I hear quick footsteps getting closer. I've felt this feeling, this memory like it's happened before. My first instinct is to run. But I hear a voice call, "It's okay. I'm here, it's safe." So right when I'm about to step forward I turn around. No one there, maybe I was imagining it. But I see a figure dash in the bushes which makes me hesitate. Suddenly someone fingers intwine with mine. I look to my left and my voice shuts off when I try to scream. But just as my heart told me, I'm safe. There Zach was standing there smirking.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked. "You were so scared." he says laughing but in a subtle funny way, not rude-like. We stood there for a few moments, holding