Chapter one

I woke up to the sounds of two girls screaming.

"What. the. HELL?" I yelled. My two new step sisters, Kristen and Lia looked over at me.

"Oh! Our new sister! We were just deciding who get's this corset!" Kristen tilted her head sweetly. So sweetly it sickened me.

"And why are you trying to take my things?" I demanded. They glanced at each other, confused.

"Step Father said that we could take anything from your room that we wanted." Kristen hesitated.

"Yeah! So I want this corset! I've always wanted to cosplay!" Lia didn't seem to understand what was going on. Kristen seemed to get it a little better. They both were idiots.

"Dad!" I screamed, a loose gritty sound in my throat. I stormed out of my room, leaning over the banister. He came up the stairs, trailed by my new step mom.

"Yes sweetie?" They reached the top of the stairs.

"Why did you let them take my stuff? It's mine, alright?" I snarled like a feral animal.

"Calm down. Can't you share? Kristen and Lia don't have much since all their stuff got lost in the move, so I told them to take whatever they want. I bought everything anyways. It's my money to share." He frowned.

"YOU SUCK! THAT'S NOT THE THINGS YOU BOUGHT ME! I GOT RID OF EVERYTHING YOU EVER GAVE ME YOU STUPID! THAT'S WHAT I BOUGHT WITH MY OWN MONEY! I WORK AND SLAVE OFF AND YOU DON'T EVEN RESPECT MY MONEY! TAKE EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND NEVER EVEN THANK ME! NOW YOU EXPECT ME TO BE HAPPY?" I ranted on, face flushed. My dearest step-mom looked shocked. Lia and Kristen were smirking thinking that I was going to get in trouble.

"Wait..." My father scratched his head. "So... You bought all that with your own money? That's a lot of stuff..." He looked so confused.

"Sister dragged me into the modeling. It pays well." I glared at him, shooting icy daggers with my eyes.

"But I thought you refused to model?" He leaned away. "She always tried, but you always said no. That's why..." He looked utterly confused.

"After you and mom got divorced, I decided to go into the modeling industry. I thought that the money would be worth it. It was, until today." I huffed. Kristen and Lia now looked utterly lost in the conversation.

"So... It's your things... That we can't touch?" My father tilted his head back, trying to absorb everything I had just told him.

"I am surrounded by IDIOTS!" I hollered out. "DON'T TOUCH MY THINGS! END OF STORY!" I snatched back my things from Kristen and Lia, stormed back into my room and slammed the door. I heard a satisfying crack.

"Sweetie.. Come out. I'm sorry we angered you. Let's talk over it calmly, alright?" Father called from the door.

"My name isn't Sweetie. I have a name!" I screamed, though it came out muffled due to the fact that I was laying face down on my bed.

"Andrea. Be an adult and come out please. We need to talk about this. I know it was kinda sudden-" He stopped short, surprised that I opened the door.

"Your right. We do need to talk. Kristen and Lia really need clothes, and I haven't met everyone yet. Not really, anyways. I'll lend them some of my clothes, and we can go on a family shopping trip. Maybe I'll even call Maria to come over. She's awesome with clothes, I bet she'll make Kristen and Lia look like superstars." I tilted my head, smiling, confusing all of them.

"Does calling her by her name make her suddenly calm down? Is it magic, using her name?" Lia whispered to Kristen. Stage-whispered, that is. I rolled my eyes.

"Lia!" Dearest Step Mother hissed.

"Oh, and what should I call you?" I turned Dearest Step Mother. She had a new nickname, and I like it.

"Oh, Mother is fine." Dearest Step Mother looked awfully embarrassed. As much as I didn't like her, she was truly quite kind.

"But if I've got two mothers it will get confusing. Can I have your name?" I got straight to the point. Dearest Step Mother looked a little disappointed.

"Alright. It's Jennifer." She smiled, wrinkles appearing on her face. She was a kind woman alright, and there was a knowing smile on her face.

"Say, did your parents get divorced?" I asked Jennifer very suddenly.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, surprised by my sudden question. "Yes, actually." She laughed, "You are very perceptive, Andrea."

"Mom! You never told us!" I looked over at Lia, who was pouting, and Kristen who looked a little thrown off. No doubt thinking that I was a stalker.

"Sorry dears. It just never came up in any of our conversations!" She apologized.

"Well, are we having breakfast or what?" I put my hands on hips, walking over to the staircase, catwalk style.

"You're going down stairs like that?" Kristen and Lia shrieked. I glanced at my outfit. I wore a simple black nightgown.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked them, icy Andrea back.

"There is a guest." Father explained.

"Alright. I guess I'll get dressed for the day." I walked back into my room. I heard the rest of them retreating back down. I looked at the corset that they tried to take from me.

"What would match it? Black dress with sheer tights?" I pondered.

. . . . .

When I came downstairs, I saw a guest dressed in Victorian clothes, and mismatched eyes. Kristen and Lia attacking him from both sides. Each trying to feed him, or something like that. The poor guest looked so uncomfortable.

"So, whose our guest of honor?" I asked, sitting the farthest I could from the twins.

"Lysander! He came to greet us, in place of his brother! Isn't that so sweet?" Lia giggled. He looked really uncomfortable. Poor guy. He shouldn't have come here.

"Yes, um. I should leave, or my brother will be worried." He tried to get up, but they both grabbed his arms and clung to him, like their life depended on it. They looked so desperate, I would've laughed, except the guest... He needed to get out of here.

"You just said your brother was working, and that's why he wasn't here!" Kristen whined. Lia nodded. I glanced over into the kitchen. Jennifer and my father were busy being little love birds as they cooked.

"Kristen, Lia, you should let him go. He's probably got other things to do then to listen to you two." They both glared at me.

"Don't boss us around! You may be older then us, but you've got no right to boss us around!" Lia repeated herself.

"Yeah! We're 14 now! We are old enough to do what we want!" Kristen snapped. He guest of honor looked a little more surprised, and a little more desperate to get rid of them. No doubt thinking that he's jail bait, if that was a thing.

"Old enough to drive a car? Old enough to drink? You're just barely old enough to be considered an adult. Being able to watch PG-13 doesn't mean you are old enough to do these things. Let the poor guy go." A snarl came through.

"Andrea. Don't be rude. Would you like to stay, Lysander?" I felt a fist lightly hit my head. I swatted my father away.

"Well, I should really be going!" His face was dyed pink. The tips of his ears were bright red.

"No no! We insist you stay! You'll be in the same grade as Andrea, maybe you could tell her a thing or two about-" I cut Dearest Step Mother off. I was surprised that he wasn't an adult, but whatever.

"Jennifer. He needs to leave. He's got a life, unlike the people here. I do too." I held up my phone. Maria had sent me a text saying I needed to come find her.

"Father, I need to go! Maria is calling! Let's go on that shopping trip later!" I pulled Lysander out of the twin's clutches.

"I'll walk him to the door! Bye!" I yelled, and rushed him out of the house.

"Sorry about my family." I apologized once we were outside.

"It's fine. They mean no harm." His face was still burning red. I looked around.

"Neighbor come to visit?" I asked, noticing that there was no cars in the driveway or anything.

"Yeah..." He trailed off.

"Hey, can you drive me somewhere?" I asked, noticing that in the rush, I had no clue where to go. My phone's maps where utterly useless, and I doubted that my wallet or keys would tell me how to get around here.

"Ah... Sure..." Lysander looked a little nervous. He was glancing down and off to... Kristen, Lia, Jennifer, and my father were all staring us down.

I slowly raised a hand, and drew a line across my neck. They sank down and out of sight. Scared. They truly were idiots.

"Great. Let's go before they come out and say something." I heaved a sigh. I didn't like going with a stranger, and I knew it was utterly dumb to do so, but I really wanted to annoy Kristen and Lia.

Author's Note

Hi everyone! I'm currently doing two stories including this, one, so I might not update super constantly. Sorry about that.

Anyways, I hope you guys will like it. It's supposed to be more light then my other story (Now), I might fail though! Please review, and tell me what you think! Review are extremely welcome! I do not own any of the MCL characters. Only my OC, and her family! Enjoy!