Hey, guys! Ok, I think I can control my exclamation marks . . . for the moment. Anyway, here you go!

-^Hazel^-

I rolled over in bed. It was six-thirty two. Crap. I jumped up, and over to Artemis's bed.

"Artemis! Wake up! Our alarm didn't go off!" I told her.

"It is too early for such jostling. Kindly remove yourself from my bed and go back to sleep." She mumbled.

"A, it's six-thirty!" A was my nickname for her. Just then, there was a knock on our door, and Sam, our bodyguard, walked in, with a glass of water in his hand. Well, I say bodyguard . . . He hasn't made it through the academy yet. He's not even a year older than us. He's barely fourteen, after all. We all grew up together.

"Guys, it's already six-thirty! We need to be at school by seven!" He said. School. We were homeschooled. Mom was all for letting us go to public school, but Dad was worried we wouldn't get a quality education. So, homeschool it was. And since we were homeschooled, Sam was homeschooled.

"I know, Sam. I'm trying to wake A up!" I told him. He held up his glass of water.

"Plug your ears." He said. I did, and he threw his water on A. She screamed, sitting up.

"There was no need for that! If you two are done laughing, I am going to take a shower." Sam and I were still rolling on the floor laughing. She strolled out of the room as dignified as she could be when she had bed head, was in pajamas, and was sopping wet.

"That never gets old!" I gasped.

"I don't think it ever will!" Sam laughed.

"Alright, I need to get ready. Out!" I cried. He stood up.

"Just remember, if you're not out by seven, I have to come in and get you." He called. I rolled my eyes at him, and shut the door.

-^Sam^-

I walked out the door, still chuckling. I couldn't even count the number of times Hazel and I had done that. A, who was a miniature of her father, was only unlike him in the fact that she was definitely not an early riser. She also had a bad habit of taking half hour long showers. Of course, Hazel did too. If this were a normal house, there would never be any hot water. But this wasn't a normal house, this was Fowl Manor. I knocked on the door of Artemis Seniors (Junior's?) study.
"They're both awake. They will be down by seven." I told him. He rubbed his eyes.

"Excellent. Tell them that today we're learning about quantum physics." He said.

"I will." Every time we had a quantum physics lesson, he would retell the story of how he died. But it wasn't boring, it was fascinating. Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it.

OK, a little bit of a teaser, to introduce you to the characters. Oh, yes, Juliet's son. Is he not awesome? And if you're wondering who the dad is, I'll tell you next chapter! After all, I am in a class. I can't write too much, or my teacher will be suspicious. Well, bye!