A/N Hi readers!!! Yes, Amanda is back!!! *hears everyone's applauds* I know, I know, you all missed her sooo much. I was planning on writing this and getting it out earlier, because I have the whole plot in my head and stuff, but I've been really caught up. I do know that I'm going to be updating for all of my stories a lot. But I just need the motivation, and time. Time, might be a problem, considering I'm doing Hip-Hop and acting and stuff at the Palace. But, I'll set aside some time. Don't worry. But, I do need motivation!!! So, once you are done reading, review people!!!! Lol. Now what are you waiting for? Read the damn chapter!!! Oh, and if you haven't read Totally Amanda: The Story Of Amanda Tucker, you might want to do that.... - Sam

My Life

"Riley, this would be a lot easier if you just got your school stuff on your own. Because really, I don't know the difference between a '1 in. 3 ring binder' and a folder. Really, it's all just....stuff. That's just...used for school and stuff." I complained.

"Amanda, I know you didn't go to school, but seriously? A folder doesn't even have rings. And I wasn't asking for either of those. I just wanted a Ti83 calculator." she replied, looking through all the stuff in the school shit aisle.

"I don't know what that is....but it sounds expensive." I said, pushing the carriage, following her wherever she went. How stalkerish....

"It is. But I really need it! Especially since I'm taking Pre Calc. this year!" she exclaimed. Yeah, Riley is 16 now. In Pre calc, the little genius.

It's been three years. Three years since I last saw Tiffany and the others. Three years since I last saw....him. The man who stole my heart, without permission, then went off with his cousin to help her get some position or something in the Vampire community. Although I can't blame him for the second part, because I'm the one who told him to. Even though I was pregnant with his children. Speaking of children, what are Annabelle and Aaron up to....

"Aaron? Annabelle?" I called out.

The adorable little twins walked over, cookies in their little hands. They smiled like sweet little angels....

"No cookies. I already told you that. We have cookies at home. But those boxes back." I ordered.

"But mommy! We don't have this kind at home!" Annabelle whined. Annabelle has Jer's dirty blonde hair, and my chocolate brown eyes. Her features are more like Jer's though...but she definitely makes up for what she lacks in appearance of my genes, with her personality. Almost identical.

"It doesn't matter. We have five kinds at home. We don't need more cookies, Annabelle." I told her. "Put them back now." I ordered, my voice final. Annabelle stomped off to put the cookies away and Aaron just gave me the puppy dog face.

"Aaron, put your cookies away too. And stay with your sister." I told him.

"Yes, mum." he said softly, then he ran after Annabelle. That's the thing about Aaron, he's quiet like his father. But, he looks more like me. My black hair, chocolate brown eyes. Actually, that's really the only way you can tell that Aaron and Annabelle are twins. They both have the same color eyes, and are the same height.

"So...Can I get the calculator?" Riley asked, once they were gone.

I sighed. "Fine. But only because it's for educational purposes." I told her.

"Thanks Amanda!" she said, then she gave me a big hug.

"Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up. I hate this aisle. It reminds me of.....school." I stated, with disgust.

Riley rolled her eyes. "School isn't that bad, Amanda. Believe it or not, if you are a social person, it can be pretty fun." she told me.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I said, shrugging it aside.

Once we finished in the aisle, we found Aaron and Annabelle. Annabelle was being all pouty, but I just ignored it. Because I knew if I gave her the time of day about the cookie thing, she would love the attention and find some way to make me buy the damn cookies. That's how we got the other five boxes.

"Mommy, do you have to work tonight?" Aaron asked, once we were at the check out counter at the grocery store.

"Of course not! It's Sunday, family night!" I exclaimed.

He smiled. "Oh yeah! What game can we play tonight for family night?!" he asked, eagerly.

"Can we play Mother May I?" Annabelle asked, just as eager. Well I'm glad someone is out of her pouty mood....

I laughed. "We can play whatever you two want." I told them.

"Yay!" they exclaimed.

The car ride home was just fulled with little giggles, and ideas of other games to play.

I pulled into the driveway, and parked. Everyone tried to jump open their doors, and leave me to unload the car, but I wasn't having that. I had child locked all the doors.

"You are all bringing stuff into the house. Each and every one of you." I said, firmly.

"But I'm only three...." Annabelle trailed, in a cute voice. And really, if she wasn't my daughter, it would have worked.

"It doesn't break any child labor laws to have you each bring in a bag or two of stuff." I told her.

She crossed her arms and pouted. "You know, if you keep pouting like that, your face will stay like that." I told Annabelle.

Her eyes widened. "No way!" she said, shocked.

"Yes way. And you don't want your pretty face to be all sad and pouty forever, do you?" I asked. I love doing this with my kids. It works every time....

She shook her head scared. "I'm not going to pout anymore." she promised.

I tried not to laugh. "Good girl. Now, when I unlock the door, you will all take in at least two bags. Okay?"

"Okay." they all agreed. Once I unlocked the doors, the all got some bags, and raced each other inside. And when I say they, I mean Aaron and Annabelle. Riley stayed back with me, blabbing about how excited she was about the first day of school for tomorrow.

Most of the stuff in the bags was for her, so Riley brought all her stuff upstairs. Aaron and Annabelle were swinging in the backyard. I kept an eye on them, as I unloaded the couple of groceries I did get. As I watched my kids swing back and forth, and laugh, it reminded me that they weren't just mine.

Someone else had helped create them (which was a lot of fun, btw).

Jer.

The love of my life.

I hadn't talked to or seen Jer, since my birthday. My eighteenth birthday. I'm twenty-one, now, and....I feel so hollow. If I didn't have Riley and the twins to take care of, I don't know how I'd get up every morning without me. My heart and soul is with that man, and....he hasn't even tried to contact me. If I could feel, I'm sure that would hurt.

A lot.

I shook my head. Thinking of Jer so much in one day wasn't really healthy. I was bringing some detergent to the laundry room, and I heard a lot of noise coming from the laundry room, like the washer machine was on.

What the hell? I didn't leave that on. Or the dryer.

I opened the door and saw a lot more of Adam and Jessica than I wanted to see. I covered my eyes and said, "I brought some laundry detergent. I see you are doing some laundry. Might need it. I'm just going to put it down, on top of the machine. Don't hit it over."

Then, I just turned around and went out the door. A few moments later, Adam was next to me.

"Couldn't you knock?" he asked, irritated.

"On the door to the laundry room? Dude, why were you having sex in there anyways?" I asked, slightly grossed out.

"Oh? So we aren't referring it to 'Doing some laundry' anymore?" he asked. I chuckled.

"Sorry, but you have to admit, that was a pretty funny metaphor." I laughed. Laundry room. Sex. Doing the laundry!! hahaha!! I crack myself up!

He shrugged. "I guess so." he admitted.

"Okay, listen. Here's an idea. Next time you want to 'Do some laundry', do it in your fucking room!" I yelled.

"Yeah....that'd be a good idea. But, I couldn't help it. She was getting stuff out of the dryer, and no one else was home, and I couldn't help myself! I just had to..." he started.

"Don't want to hear it!!! Lalalalala!" I said, going back to watch the kids in the backyard.

When I got there, my two twin children were talking to a man in the backyard.

I rushed up to them. "Mommy, this man is looking for you." Aaron said, softly. He looked into my eyes, searching for what I wanted.

"Honey, go inside. Take your sister with you." I told him. He nodded his head, took Annabelle's hand, and dragged her inside. The both of them looked back at least twenty times before they actually went inside. Yeah, they worry about me. It's really cute. They are pretty smart for their age....

"Who are you?" I asked the guy. He was tall, and had dark brown hair, but baby blue eyes.

"My name is Luke. I'm here to discuss..." he said, as he looked down at a paper. "....Riley and yours, arranged marriage." he told me.

What the hell?!?!

A/N And I'm leaving you with that as a cliffie!!!! *ducks* Stop throwing stuff at me!! Gosh, you people should expect this kind of stuff by now. Anyways, I have this new thing I'm doing with every story. Depending on how many reviews I get, is how long the next chapter is for the story!! I mean really, it only takes a couple minutes to send a review, and it really means a lot to me. I feel amazing, and I'm motivated to write more. So...here we go....

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