"Chanel! Chantel!" my sixteen year old brother, Brian, called from the living room. "Get your lazy asses down here! Don't you have to go to school today?"

I groaned softly as I remembered that Brian's school was going to start a week later than normal, due to a burgulary that had taken place over the weekend. I sat up running my fingers through my shoulder length, black hair and thought harshly, 'Stupid Brian'. I got out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom.

The great thing about living in my house is that there were four master bedrooms, complete with walk in closets and bathrooms. There was never a squabble over the bathroom. And living in a house with two other females and a sixteen year old boy, that was a God-send.

After my shower, I got dressed in my Ashford Academy uniform. A crisp, white, button down, pointed collar blouse, neatly tucked into a pleated, red, plaid skirt. I slipped on my white socks and my black school shoes, befors combing my hair. I straightened my hair and flipped my bang under a bit, grabbed my gold shades and slapped in on top of my head. Putting on my gold watch with the inscription Golden Girl, I opened my gold curtains, allowing light into my room. I stood at th door of my room and looked around making sure everything was in order. My golden room was perfect. No. That was not a pun. Everything in my room was gold. From my walls to my bed spread to my furniture. Everything was gold.

I stepped out of my room to see my twin sister, Chantel, stepping out of her room too.

"Good morning, Golden Girl," she greeted me with a smile.

"Morning, Silver Sweetheart," I returned.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Nope. You?"

She shook her head, sighing. We walked downstairs together. Dad and Brian were sitting around the table while Mom dished out pancakes.

"Morning, Mom," Chantel and I said together. "Morning, Dad."

As we took our seats at the table, Brian sat smirking. Chantel burst out, her silver eyes wide,

"It's so unfair! I can't believe his school starts one week earlier."

Dad smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, "just remember, he'll have to do twice as much work next week."

Then it was my time to smirk as Brian's smile faltered.

"Sam," my mom scolded, playfully smacking my dad's shoulder, as she leaned down to give him his pancakes. "Stop encouraging them."

"I'm sorry, Linda," Dad said, givivng Mom a kiss on her lips. Mom turned almost as red as her hair.

"Girls?" she called, green eyes bright. "Wearing your bracelets?"

"Mom," Chantel said. "They've been watches for two years now. And yes. We are wearing them. We never take them off."

"Maybe if you do you'll burn if you go out into the sun," Brian said.

I glared at him, my gold eyes piercing into his sea like ones until he looked away. His eyes changed colours between blue and green from day to day. Today, his eyes were green.

Our watches were very important to Chantel and I. We have had then ever since we were adopted. At least that's the story. Apparently, mom and dad had always intended to have three children. But after Brian was born, Mom couldn't have any more children. About two years later Mom and Dad decided to adopt. When they went to the orphanage, Mom says she fell in love with my sister and I when she saw our eyes. Silver and Gold. When Mom found out that our birth mother had died in child birth, she had to adopt us. When she got us Chantel had been wearing the bracelet with Golden Girl written on it and I was wearing the bracelet with Silver Sweetheart. She switched the bracelet because "it didn't sit right that you were wearing the silver bracelet, Chanel. Your eyes are gold". When we got accepted to Ashford Academy, we had to convert the bracelets to watches since the only jewellery they accepted was a wrist watch.

"You're wearing your sunglasses?" Brian said.

"No, duh, Sherlock," Chantel said, cutting her pancakes with unbelievable delicacy.

"Your eyes still hurt then?"

"Nope," I answered sweetly. "We're just gonna wear our sunglasses to school. The same school that allows no deviation from the school unifrm without written permission from the principal."

"Girls" Mom scolded. "Be nice to your brother."

"Well, Linda," our dad chuckled, "he had that one coming."

"Hurry up," Mom said, changing the subject. "You're gonna miss the bus."

"Actually," Chantel said with a smile, "I was thinking that Brian could drive us. You know. Sibling bonding and all."

"You know, actually, I have to-"

"I think that's a great idea," Mom said cutting Brian mid-sentence. "Brian, take your sisters to school."

Brian sat with his mouth agape.

"Brian, sweetie, close your mouth. You're catching flies," I smiled.

He shut it abruply and glared at Chantel.

Hey guys. I'm still alive. :D I know I still have Another Maximum Ride Story to attempt to finish. I think I'm going to put that on hiatus though. I intend to finish Fresh Start. I enjoy writing that story. This story is one that I have had for the past two years. I have a couple chapters written up so updates should be frequent. Hope you enjoy. Read and review.