Chapter 1: What is going on?

My eyes opened gradually as the suns rays reflected threw the windows. I grinned widely to myself and rubbe place that night. I yawned, as I stretched out my arms high in the direction of the ceiling.

My long, black, raven colored hair covered my entire face, making it impossible for me to see where I was going.

I got up from my bed and walked toward the bathroom. My feet were moving in a steady pace, but slowly.

My purple, short, chemise with black lacing on the top and bottom swayed back and forth, as I made my way to the bathroom.

I shut the door ever so softly and once again wiped my violet eyes with my tiny, fragile hands. Carefully, I opened her eyes to look in the mirror.

"Hi mom," I yawned. I paused, and opened my eyes wider to see a grown woman in the mirror.

"AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed violently, almost falling to the ground but caught myself.

I grabbed hold of the mirror on the wall to make sure I was awake, and looked at myself once more.

"AHHHHHHH!" my shout screeched threw the whole household.

I ran out of the bathroom to see a decent sized bedroom, a huge dresser, a desk, and a Queen bed in the middle of the room and noticed a lump under the covers.

I gave a puzzled look and saw the lump rustling. My eyes grew wide and I ran out the room, slamming the door violently. My legs stepped backward slowly and I gazed at my arms and body.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

I swished my body toward the voice and noticed a ten year old girl, with yellowish; blonde hair, bangs covering half her green eyes, and she was wearing a green hoodie and blue jeans.

"M-mom?" I replied stuttering.

"Umm . . . yeah, nice to see you too," the blonde rolled her eyes and made her way to a table where a short boy with blonde, bowl cut hair, violet eyes, and wearing a grey hoodie with strings and an orange thick stripe around the waste was sitting eating a bowl of cereal.

I gasped and locked myself in the nearest bathroom.

"What is going on here?" I asked myself in panic, "Last night I was nearly eleven and now I'm this," I pointed to my body in the mirror, "…And I-I am a mom? When did this happen? I don't even know where babies even come from! Where am I? Why do I look like this?" I shouted, "I am Kuki Sanban, not a mom!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I was startled by it, but unlocked it anyhow.

The boy appeared. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked sympathetically.

"I-," before I could even finish my sentence ANOTHER little girl skipped out of nowhere.

"Hiya mommy!" chimed the small, 6 year old girl, with beautiful black hair like mine, green eyes, wearing pink pick tails, a pink shirt, and green overalls. She hugged her brother tightly, and leaped into the kitchen.

The boy looked up at me, with an upsetting look, seeing me look terrified.

I didn't know what to say, so I ran back into the bedroom, and shut the door loudly.

"Why does that boy look so familiar?"