'It wasn't her fault,' Casey thought as she laid flat on her back against the cold tile floor, 'it was never her fault. Like always this, was all Derek's fault.'

This however didn't start overnight. Oh no. To fully understand exactly the damage Derek has caused you'll have to go back. Two weeks ago sounds like a good place to start . . .

Once again the seven Venturi-MacDonalds were sitting around the table eating dinner. Except tonight no one had touched their food.

"What," Derek cringed "Is this?"

"It's calamari Derek, and it's very healthy for you." Lizzie explained, she was after all, the one who had prepared the meal.

"Is it suppose to . . . jiggle?" Derek asked, poking a piece of the food with his fork

"Oh please Derek, suck it up. It would do you good to eat something healthy for once in your life." Casey said, rolling her eyes

"Need I remind you what I had for lunch today?" Derek began, "I had. . .a salad. Last time I checked, that was pretty darn healthy."

Casey gave Derek a quick look then said, "A taco salad with chilli and nacho chips doesn't count Derek."

That shut Derek up in a quick hurry, only long enough for the phone to ring.

"I'll get it." George said, standing up to go answer it.

"DEREK!" George bellowed, after he had hung up the phone.

"What did you do now?" Edwin asked quietly to his older brother.

"You're failing business?" George asked harshly.

"Am I?" Derek asked cautiously

"Derek! How- How could you?"

"I could tell you." Casey whispered under her breath before she caught a look from her mom.

"You need to finish your assignment's Derek. Your teacher told me that you haven't finished your major assignment."

Derek gave George a blank look, obviously he had no idea what assignment George was talking about.

George sighed, "The one where you're suppose to start your own small business."

"Oh right! That one." Derek said sarcastically, taking a bit of his dinner.

"Yes that one. So Derek what are you going to do?" George asked

Derek paused, " I'm going to...I'm going to. . . .I'm going to. . .open a calamari stand!"

"A WHAT!" The rest of the family asked.