New Story time! That sounded way too childish...

I stared glumly out the window while Jemma chattered on and on about how she'd heard Seaford was a great place from her manager, who took a vacation there when Macy and Jemma were both in a movie.

Lost you yet?

Let me explain it to you. Jemma and Macy are my sisters. They TRY to be nice, but it's hard when Jemma is a famous singer, actress, songwriter,\ and musician and Macy is an singer, musician, actress and artist, and they have no time for me. They're incredibly famous, and reporters always interview them inside our house, and guess who's invisible?

That's right, me, Kimberly Crawford, "sister of Jemma and Macy". That's all I'll ever be.

And my parents are always trying to make me famous, not so they can get money. Because they feel so sorry for me. And I know I'll get my chance, but not now. Not with my sisters sharing the spotlight, leaving me in the shadows.

I was interrupted by our limo turning onto our driveway.

"Whoa..." I breathed. Mom and Dad got us another mansion. We've got about five of them scattered across the country.

Jemma frowned. "Mo-om!" She complained. "I wanted a normal house. Where I can live a normal life," she whined.

Macy rolled her eyes, never taking her eyes off her sketch pad. "Jem, do me a favor and shut up. Your whining's distracting me."

Jemma pouted, but did as she was told and walked inside.

Like usual, the entry hall was large and cavernous, with a high ceiling, where a chandelier hung, filled with sharp crystals that can slice you in half.

I really need to stop thinking that every fancy thing will kill me.

"Like it?" Mom asked excitedly.

"Definitely," Jemma replied smugly, "but I wanted a normal house, where I can live a -"

"Yeah, I get it, Jem, you want to live a normal life," Macy interrupted, eyes still on her drawing.

"Let me finish a sentence for once!" Jemma shrieked playfully. Macy only replied with an eye roll.

"Kim, do you like the house?" Mom asked, giving up on her famous daughters.

"It's nice. Where's my room?" I answered immediately, going into "nice daughter who doesn't mind not being famous and invisible" mode.

"You're on the second floor, first door on the left. I want my Kim to... I'm sorry," Dad stopped himself. See? There's the parent who understands me better than the other.

"Darling, we signed the three of you up for Swathmore Academy. It's the most prestigious school in Seaford," Mom announced to us.

"Okay," was all I said, already trudging up the stairs to my room.

Tomorrow's going to be a great day.

And by great, I mean horrendously annoying.

Everyone rushed to greet Macy and Jemma, until I screamed at the top of my lungs, "ALL THEY WANT IS A NORMAL LIFE, SO SHUT UP!"

Needless to say, everyone let them be, and my sisters gave me a hug before heading to their classes. Macy's a senior, and Jemma's a junior, while I'm a sophomore.

But... you probably guessed it... I don't know my way around the school.

"Um... I'm sorry... Excuse me..." I tried to get someone's attention, but it failed miserably.

"Are you lost?" I turned to face a girl who could be a model. Long brown hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, milky, flawless skin, fit.

"Um... yeah," I stuttered.

"You're Kim Crawford, right?" She smiled right at me.

"You must know my sisters are-" The girl held her hand up, stopping me.

"I don't care about meeting your sisters, or getting something from them. I want to know you. I mean, I hate manipulative people," she laughed.

"Finally!" I exclaimed.

"Congrats," she smirked playfully. "By the way, my name's Melody. Melody Brewer."

"You want to meet my cousin? I'm staying with him because my parents travel abroad for work," Melody explained as the bell rang and the students of Swathmore Academy poured out to their Ferraris and Mercedes Bens.

"Sure! Wait, let me tell Jem and Mace," I paused to look for my sisters.

And found them cornered by a bunch of boys. Tough, tall, muscular boys with red and black gis on.

"Uh-oh," I breathed.

"We got to stop the boys," Melody exclaimed, running towards the fight, me running right after her.

"Leave my sisters alone!" I yelled. The boys turned, saw a puny little blonde, and sneered.

"You think I'd listen to a puny punk like you?" He teased, throwing a punch.

Which Melody caught.

"You probably shouldn't have done that," she smirked, and dealing a few punches, flipped him.

Then it all escalated into a full-blown attack. Macy and Jemma were whacking the boys with their textbooks. Ouch. And since I took a bit of karate until my sisters became famous, was able to counter and deal with their attacks.

Finally, it was me and Melody against a tall, curly-haired boy.

"Go home to Mommy," Melody growled teasingly.

After a few moments of hesitation, the guy turned to his defeated friends. "C'mon guys, we gotta go to practice."

And with that, they all slunk away, sporting black eyes and bruises.

"Are you okay" I asked, turning to my sisters.

Macy gave me a big hug. "Thank you," she murmured. "Those karate lessons really paid off."

"Maybe we should take some," Jemma considered seriously.

I peered around Macy to gape at her. "Did you just say that, Jem? You're a fashionable girly-girl, and karate's..." I trailed off, trying to find the appropriate adjectives.

"Who cares? We all need to know how to defend ourselves, as long as we're not idiotic bullies like they were," Jemma interrupted.

"Well, my cousin's a black belt at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. I'm sure they'd let you join," Melody suggested.

Sharing a glance, Macy and Jem nodded. "I'll call Mom and tell her where we're going," Macy flipped open her phone.

"Who's your cousin?" Jemma asked curiously.

"Jack Brewer," Melody replied casually, "he's got a huge crush on you."

Of course.

This is... the story I'm working on instead of "A Wind from the Past." Don't kill me, anyone who liked that story, because Emma123133 is adopting it.

But what do you think of this?

~squirmyorchid~