Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of an annoying alarm clock echoed through the room of a teenaged girl. She groaned from the rude awakening as she started to feel around on her nightstand for the alarm clock, not wanting to get up and start her day. She pressed the small button and the beeping immediately stopped, making her hum in approval before curling up under her blanket and trying desperately to fall back to sleep.

"Allen! It's time to get up!" A sweet voice called from outside the room, shortly followed by knocking and a door cracking opening. A sweet looking, silver haired woman stepped into the room of the teen, quietly walking over to the bed and placing a hand on the girl's back.

"Nnn... Five more minutes mom, please?" The girl, known as Allen, whined. All she wanted was more sleep, was that too hard to ask for? Apparently so, as her mother sat on the bed and patted her daughters back.

"Come now, Aly. If I remember correctly, wasn't it you who wanted to go on this trip to the art gallery?" Allen's mother had a soft, sweet voice that could soothe anyone. At least to the young girl it did, but she refused to get up, letting out another "Nn." This caused the mother to sigh, before leaning down and whispering in her daughter's ear, "What if I told you that I made apple and strawberry waffles, and if you don't hurry, your brother will eat them all!"

Allen slowly opened one of her eyes, her dark gray-ish blue eye staring into the golden ones of her mother. She couldn't help but smile as she finally sat up on her bed. "Fine, fine, I'm up! Now, are you serious about those waffles?" Her mother laughed as she nodded her head, causing the teen to brighten up. Quickly, she bolted off her bed, slipping on her slippers as she ran excitedly downstairs.

"Ah, Allen, good-morning, sweetheart!" Allen heard the voice of her father soon as she walked into the room. "Morning, daddy!" was all she could mutter as she happily plopped down into a seat and started to fill her plate with waffles and syrup. She quietly munched on her food as she heard two sets of footsteps make their way into the kitchen.

"It's hard to believe you're awake this early, sis." Said a boy's voice, which was soon followed by the voice's owner who sat down next to Allen. She glanced up and smiled at her twin brother, who was nearly identical to her. His hair was silver like hers, only it had unusual dark purple highlights unlike her midnight blue ones. His skin was just as pale, and his figure looked similar to hers - excluding her chest. They had what people liked to call hourglass figures, wide at the chest area as well as the hips.

She couldn't help but to send him a glare, mouthing out, "Shut it." before continuing to eat her breakfast. She didn't miss noticing the smirk on his face, obviously proud that he already made her annoyed as he started to eat. She huffed and looked away, trying to concentrate on the conversation of her parents.

"Lilliana, are you sure the kids wouldn't want to go somewhere else? Like... maybe an amusement park?"

"Oh, Aiden, I'm sure they'll love the gallery. Besides, didn't you say it would be a 'great educational experience for them'?"

Allen smiled at her parents, before drowning out the soon to come bickering of how mother ended up remembering father's words. She soon finished eating, waiting a few moments for her parents conversation to die down before excusing herself to go get ready for the day at the art gallery.

Allen walked her way upstairs and into her room, before trying to calmly walk over to her closest. Who was she kidding, she was completely ecstatic to be going to the gallery of the famous Guertena! She felt a smile crawl across her lips as she looked through her closet for something to wear that was simple, yet snazzy enough to make her feel confident.

She finally decided on a black shirt with the words, "KEEP CALM AND PARTY ON" written in blue, bulky letters. She pulled on a pair of bell-bottomed blue-jeans before slipping on a pair of black boots. Allen quickly hurried down the stairs, being the first one dressed and ready for the day. She waited rather anxiously for her family.