A/N: This is really nerve-racking for me, especially because this story is going to be my first. After being possessed for almost an entire week, reading these wonderful stories, it’s inspired me to write one of my own! Whee!! sigh If you must flame, I will be very sad. But go ahead, I suppose… :( Anyhooo, this isn’t some scary rape story about being “broken”, so don’t be afraid! :D

You Can’t Break Me

Chapter 1: Morning Troubles

I’m totally, completely awake.

Yeah… the alarm will start its annoying buzzing in a few minutes anyway.

Just a few more minutes of rest and I’ll get up, I promise…

The dream world is great. I’m prancing along the endless meadows of marshmallow, or clouds, or cotton candy, whatever. I’m prancing and I’m happy. Teehee, I grab the white substance beneath me and stuff it into my mouth. MmMMMMmmm… Suddenly the delicious whiteness disappears and the hateful mind of mine changes the scenery and I find myself in a familiar classroom. Noooo, my marshmallows/clouds/cotton candy! Oh, this is just great, my natural habitat, I presume. The students are hustling and bustling about, Ms. Hunter frantically handing back the test papers. Oh yeah, that wouldn’t happen to be the test I studied my butt off for, would it? I glance at my partner’s paper, and my face distorts in disgust. Just my luck. Maybe I did okay, considering that I studied fifty billion times as much as some of the other druggies in this class… Okay, this is the moment of truth, as my most adored teacher in all the world comes closer to me… shaking her head. Oh no, sob what am I in for now?

“Karen Richards, wake up… and take the pillow out of your mouth. Do you know how many GERMS are on that thing?” someone whispers in the distance.

Ms. Hunter? No, that’s mom. Why is she at school? Better yet, why is she telling me to wake up. Unless…

“AHHH!! NOOO!! I SO DID NOT OVERSLEEP AGAIN!” Yes, that would be me, Karen, frantically trying to wake myself up after the evil alarm clock manages to break down yet again. It’s not like I overreact a lot. Only at home and around my friends. Yup, I tend to keep my cool when I’m at school. I don’t understand it, I guess I just have a tighter rein on my emotions when I deal with the race of guys. Why, why, why does the world have to be overpopulated with them?

Well, now isn’t the time to wonder about that, I gotta get to school!

Quickly, I jump out of bed, rummaging through my drawers for something to wear. Come on, I just have to find something to throw on! Anything! Somebody, GIVE ME A SIIGGNNN!! Finally, finding a comfortable red tank with a collar (too bad I’m not really preppy, that’s the only thing my mom will let me buy because it doesn’t reveal too much), I shove it on, at the same time tugging on a pair of jeans. I frantically move around the room, trying to remember what to do next. Okay, Okay, try to be calm… just think, you can do it. Oh yeah! Grabbing my comb, I pull my hair into a ponytail with lightning speed, shooting out of my room as soon as I finish. My dear mother is always telling me to put my ponytail lower, not too tight, not too loose, so it’ll make my face “softer” and my look more “casual”. AHHH! I don’t have time for casual! If she saw me at school, rushing around like a lost child, she’ll understand why I need efficiency more than anything. As for that new alarm clock she won’t let me buy.. I don’t know what’s up with that… It’s like she enjoys watching me wake up 10 minutes too late and having me jump around the house, wreaking havoc, knocking things down, sometimes even crashing my poor toes into walls. I close my eyes and heave out a humongous sigh. What am I thinking? My mom is the greatest, if it weren’t for her I would still be sleeping. Just, it’s hard to remember that when I’m running around the house like some crazy hyped up Pomeranian. I rush out of my sleeping heaven and into the bathroom, where I erase all traces of morning chaos.

With just enough time to spare, I grab a piece of bread and stick it in my mouth, already waving goodbye to my mom and rushing towards my car. MMM, yes, my car. It’s not much compared to the rest of the school, but it’s just so nice to know you have something to drive around whenever you want. Unless, of course, my mean brother comes home from college and wants to hang out with the friends smack in the middle of my schedule… Then it becomes a problem. But until then, this golden SUV is mine.

I jam the key into the car and race towards school, getting into my parking space and rushing to class. Ah yes, now I remember why I like to wake up early. I can actually walk to class!! Normally I’m not this rushed, I assure you. I just like walking at a normal pace, which I rarely get to do. My muscles scream for me to slow down, but I know better than that. Those lying little things can take a whole lot more. sob Talking about my muscles to myself, I am truly pathetic.

me: Well basically I’m writing without a clue about which direction I’m going in, but it’s coming! sigh I have major description problems, don’t I? I’m working on it, though. However, I am gonna go off running at my high school in an hour so I won’t be able to see if anyone reviews, but please be kind hearted? Oh yeah, half of this was in italics, I don’t know what’s going on… how do I change this? Put it into html format or something?