Hi my name is Amélié Arcadia Je'neuf Lebrün Pansain (but you can call me Amélié Arcadia) and I am 18 years old. My parents were killed in a horrible waterskiing accident two days ago. Now I have to live, according to their last wills ad testaments, with a family who were indebted to my family many eyats ago until I am am 25 because my parents do not like the idea of an 18=year-old living by hwerself. I don't want to have to leave my hoemw where I had spent all my life. But I had to, so I pakced my bags and drove to the Miller house….

I knocek o the door and pulled up in the driveway."Hey" isaid to the lady who opened the door, "what's up? Who are you?" she said. "She wasn't wearing any lipstick and there wre finde lines around my mouth. "I'm améli´rcadia Je'neuf Lebrün Pansain, I live here now?"

"Do you really?" she said, letting m e in . "Yeah my parents died and told me that I have to stay with you guys. "

"Oh ok. Come in." she said, "My name is Jane Miller. I'll be your new mom."

"Cool. Hey Mom" I said, giving her a hug.

The House was okay. It was really loud, though. There were kids absolutely everywhere. I twas way crowded. "Where's my room?" I said.

"You're going to have to share," Jane admitted. "The house is pretty full."

Damn, I thought. I've never shared a room before this is going to suck. I like my privacy and now I have to share with some stranger who'll probably spend all there time trying to kick me out or what?

I went up to the room . there was loud music blaring from inside. It was heavy metal music which I hated. It wasn't nice music at all. It was bad. I wouldn't nenjoy this and I hadn't even gone inside yet. I knocked. A deep voice came from in the room, "What?"

I opened the door.

A guy was lyig on his bed and when he saw me he stood up and gasped. "Whoa – I mean, hey."

"Hey I'm Amélié Arcadia Je'Neuf Lebrün Pansain," I said. He looked straight into my sparkling blue eyes. I could tell that he was attracted to me, I can always tell. "I see," he said, "I see constellations in your eyes. The Pleeyadees."

"Oh that's nice of you," I said, but I didn't blush. I rew my full pink lips into a dazzling smile and, toyed with the diamond earrings that peeped out from underneath my lush brown hair. "Your mom said we have to share a room…?"

"Kimberly-Clark. I'm Kimberley-Clarke. Hey, nice to meet you, Améliê Arcadia," he said, licking his lips subtly.

There was only one bed.

What was I going to do?