A/N: So this is just an idea, please don't hate me for it.

"Hey, there, beautiful."

"Shut up." I mumble.

"Seriously, Anna get up."

"You're so weird."

"Whaddaya mean?" asks Malcolm, his voice covered in curiosity and confusion. that's him, loving all of his emotions that start with the C.

"Anna, Anna, get up, get up!" chorus the twins. I grown and throw my pillow in their general direction, but I can tell by the way that they keep singing, I missed, and they are unfazed.

"Get out." I growl at them. So they leave and I drag myself out of bed. It's the last week of summer, which is a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing, because that means, that I'm not gonna be at the mercy of my crazy family anymore, but I am going to get swallowed with schoolwork. I go to my closet and grab the first things I see, which is a pair of shorts and a loose gray tank top. I leave my curly blonde hair down and drag myself to my bathroom to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and I look half decent. I put on a bit of mascara and and look at myself.

I'm pretty good-looking, with my blonde hair and gray eyes. I mean, I'm not a brat, but I have broken a couple of hearts. well, let's just say that I fractured them. Because number one, I didn't do them on purpose, and number two, I tried my hardest to let them down the easiest. I walk back into my room and pull on my gray hi-tops.

I do love my shoes, however, and I do like me some clothes. i'm not a complete girly-girl, but I don't go around wearing basketball shorts and t-shirts all day. I do make an effort to look like a girl. Even though I know some people like that.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, on the charger. I glance at it, and I see it's from Thalia. Think of the devil. She's the one with her obsession with Green Day and basketball shorts. Well, she doesn't always wear basket ball shorts, but that's her theme when hanging in home.

I read her text:

Are you walking today?

Yah, I text back. You coming?

Why do u think I asked, brainless?

I'm not brainless

ur blonde, Barbie Doll

How many times do I have to tell you that she has BLUE eyes, not GRAY

Big difference I can practically see her smirk Outside your door be ready in 5 or ur walking w/ Malcolm

Yeesh so harsh

You just HAD to correct me My hands were tied

On my way out

And I turn off my phone.

I shove it in my back pocket and jog down the stairs. I grab a granola bar from the table and grab my keys from the key dish in my bag. "See ya, Mom!" I shout, and then I'm out of the door.