Riza had to wake up extra early every morning to make sure everyone else woke up. Not that she minded, she enjoyed early mornings. She just wished the other members of the household were responsible enough to do it themselves.

At six-thirty am sharp, she opened Selim's door and gently roused him. "Good morning, time to get up."

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. Riza left him to it, trusting that he would get out of bed. Across the hall, she opened Winry's door and announced the time loud and clear, so Winry couldn't miss it, and left her door open. Winry's body didn't move. She didn't even seem alive since she was lying face down in her pillow, but Riza knew.

"Winry, get up, I have a lot to do this morning and you can't be late!" Riza knocked very hard on the door, trying to get her to move at least. Still nothing.

Huffing in annoyance, Riza didn't waste any more time with her. She still had to get dressed and double check all her appointments for the day.

Downstairs, she fixed Selim some breakfast. He looked half-asleep, but at least he was dressed. Winry's food was getting cold on the table though, and it was six-forty-six with still no sign that she had woken up. Stomping up the stairs, Riza saw that Winry was still in bed. Furious, Riza ripped the covers off of her.

"Winry! Get up now!" Riza grabbed both her ankles to drag her out, but Winry was quick to grab the railings in the headboard. Riza pulled as hard as she could, but Winry wouldn't budge. Letting go, she smacked Winry's leg.

"I will not be late because of you! I don't care if I have to drag you out of here in your pajamas!"

What a selfish, little brat! Can't even get up on her own. Riza has to do everything in this house. Doesn't Winry understand how stressed she is lately?

Riza was fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror, grumbling about bratty teenagers and how ungrateful they were when her phone rang. It was the wedding planner. She had asked him to call as early as possible, so they could go over the details. She wouldn't have much time to do it tomorrow.

"Hi. Yes, this is she… Yes, yes, everything's on schedule for Saturday," she responded, walking past Winry's room, where she was still in bed. "Perfect, well, I'll need the caterer to be there at three to set up for the reception." She checked her watch, it was six fifty-four.

"You'll have to contact the venue for that. I sent you their phone number a while ago." Riza found Selim on the couch playing on his Gameboy, "Excuse me one second." She put her hand over the phone, to muffle her voice.

"Selim, go wake up Winry for me." She nodded upstairs, at Winry's room. He happily got off the couch and ran up the stairs, eager to torture his sister. Riza normally wouldn't stoop so low as to have Selim wake her up, but she was getting desperate.

"Sorry about that, I'll send it to you again." Back on the phone with the planner, she prepared Selim's lunch as fast as possible.

Winry knew she had to get up, but she could milk those couple minutes before really having to get up. They made all the difference. Snoozing away, she didn't hear the footsteps creeping into her room. Suddenly, an air horn went off in her ear, making her scream and jump out of bed.

"Selim, what the hell! Get out of my room!" She chased after him and slammed the door. Grabbing the nearest clothes, she got dressed and ready as quickly as possible.

"Winry we're leaving without you!" She heard her sister yell from downstairs.

Knowing that Riza was going to be all pissy anyway, Winry didn't bother yelling back. She got downstairs as quickly as possible. Riza already had her purse and keys in hand, a very unhappy look on her face.

"Aw, I thought we were leaving her!" Selim smiled, his backpack on. Winry reached out to smack him, but he jumped out of the way.

"Enough." Riza declared, ushering them into her car. Their morning routine was not the best.

On the way to school, Winry sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the radio stations.

"Winry, please, just pick one, you're driving us crazy." Riza looked in the rearview mirror for agreement from Selim. Winry just rolled her eyes and settled on a station she had already passed about three times.

"So, I was thinking, maybe I should get another piercing, right about here." Winry pinched the cartilage, high on her ear. "What do you think?"

"Yes, because you need more of those," Riza said sarcastically. "I don't want you looking like a tart at my wedding. Some very important people will be there and–"

"Oh my god! Why is everything about your wedding? I get it, you're getting married, that doesn't mean the whole world's got to change. Just because Mr. Perfect's friends will be there."

"I don't understand. You never have anything good to say about Roy, and, besides, this doesn't have anything to do with him. This is about what's important to me."

"Whatever…" Winry crossed her arms and slumped further down in her seat.

"Yeah, what a baby!" Selim kicked her seat in front of him. She reached back to smack him, not caring if Riza saw.

"Stop it! Why do you have to hit him?" Riza reprimanded her, pulling up to the high school. "You're always hurting him."

"She always starts it!" Selim interjected from the backseat. Winry glared at him.

"You always take his side. I'm over it!" Winry got out and slammed the door. Her siblings always ganged up on her. It sucked being the middle child.

"Bye! Make good choices!" Riza yelled out the window, waving. Winry just kept walking, ignoring her.

"Promise me you won't end up like her." Riza sighed to Selim as she drove away.