<div class="floatleft">(http://i1057.photobucket.com/albums/t386/Bells_Marlow/sarah-carters-quotes-3_zpsfhp5l9dn.jpg)</div><br/>Kara was almost finished getting ready for a night of fun with her friends when the doorbell rang. Thinking that they were early to pick her up, she pulled on her sneakers quickly and grabbed her purse. Jeans and a blue tank top might not be up to par with what her friends were wearing, but Kara was not going out tonight to 'snag a man.' She had no interest in something like that. The girls would make fun of her for being a virgin, and then forget about it as they went on to complain about the men in their lives. Tonight should be normal enough, and with how odd she was feeling, she could use normal.<br/><br/>She checked in the mirror to make sure her blond hair was behaving in the pony tail she wore, then frowned. For an instant there, her brown eyes had looked different. They looked normal now, but she could have sworn...<br/><br/>The doorbell rang again, causing Kara to rush to open it. It wasn't her friends standing on the porch, but rather the UPS delivery man. In his hands was another box. Just seeing it made her groan.<br/><br/>“Another one, Eric?” Kara sighed.<br/><br/>“'Fraid so, Kara. This time from Scotland. Sent by NTEK, same as the other ones.” The postman, whom she was starting to see entirely too much of, responded to her.<br/><br/>She smiled and thanked him as she took the box, then shut the door behind her. In the entryway of her parent's home were fourteen other deliveries. She began receiving them not long after her parents had left for an archaeological dig in Peru. Every single one contained lamps. There were floor lamps, table lamps, big lamps, little lamps, cheap lamps and expensive ones. Someone had a serious lamp fetish, and it was not her. Kara had no idea what NTEK was, but they certainly got around. She'd been receiving lamps from all over the globe, according to the shipping slips.<br/><br/>This was not going to be fun explaining to her parents. Luckily for her, they were gone for another two months. Which was a very good thing, since before they left, they had told her that it was time to talk when they got home. Kara knew what the topic would be. She was twenty-five, and still living at home. Though she worked as a bartender at the local watering hole, volunteered at the senior center, and attended online college, her parents believed it was time for her to do more. Her parents loved her, and were wonderful people. They had adopted her when she was just a baby, and she'd never gone without in their care. So perhaps they were right, considering she'd been sampling college since she graduated high school.<br/><br/>Kara set the box on top of some others, and pulled on the tape to open it. The lamp inside was so gaudy that her eyes hurt from looking at it. Having no idea what to do with all of the lamps, she closed the top of the box and decided to leave it for later. A horn honked outside, signaling her friends arrival. It was definitely time to get out of the house and have some fun.<br/><br/>It was close to midnight when she finally got home. After going to the Shaft, which was also her place of work, for a few hours, they had finished the night at Stacy's house by holding a teeny weenie roast in honor of Marie's latest break up. As happy as Kara was to get out of the house, she was relieved to be back home at her parents house, situated in the middle of the desert.<br/><br/>The whole night she felt as if she was being watched. It was a feeling she had often over the past few weeks. If that wasn't odd enough, her teeth had started to tingle halfway through the night, and her eyes started itching. Regardless of how many times she'd gone to the restroom to look at her eyes and teeth, she saw nothing wrong with them.<br/><br/>After shutting the front door, she went to her bedroom and stripped off her clothing. Kara pulled on a lacy pink tank top and matching sleeping shorts, then slipped her feet into a well used pair of bunny slippers. After grabbing a pint of double fudge peanut butter cup ice cream, she crashed on the couch and turned on the television. Supernatural was on, and she had a hot date with the Winchester brothers.