*Author's note- Don't own any of the characters. No copyright intended. My first story. I know I suck at spelling and grammar. Next Chapter will be longer. Hope you enjoy.*

I wake up to my parents fighting with my brother. Was there ever going to be a peaceful day in this house? I take the comb off my bedside table and brush my hair before getting out of bed. I slip on my slippers and head down stairs for some breakfast. I avoid the conversation in the living room and head right for my favorite cereal in the kitchen cabinet. I just pour the milk in my bowl when my Aunt Paige orbs in. "Where's your mom?" she asks me. "In the living room." I reply. I sit down the kitchen table and my brothers and father burst in. "Can't I at least help make the vanquishing potion or something?" Wyatt asks. "No. Your heard you mother not until you're eighteen." My father retorts. "Come on," says Wyatt "I'll be eighteen next year." I decide I'm going to eat in the living room. I heard this fight one too many times I could finish it. Dad-"Well then you'll just have to be patient." Wyatt-"Haven't I been patient enough!" Dad-"You know your luckly you even know about your powers…" Wyatt-" Yeah,Yeah I know! Mom and my aunts didn't know about then until they we're a lot older,but what's the point in knowing about them if I can't use them!" Then dad will say something about learning about how to use them for when he actually has to vanquish demons. Etc. Etc. and Wyatt will roll his eyes and walk away angry.I surf the television finding nothing I'm interested in so I sit on the couch and finish my cereal in quiet. After I go back into the kitchen rinse my bowl, and place it in the dishwasher. I head back up stairs to my room. I put on my favorite top with a pair of jeans and slip on some brown clogs. I sneak into my parents' bathroom. I find my mom's makeup bag. I pull out her blush and begin to put someone. Opps, too much. I look like a clown. I grab some toilet paper and blend it in. Then I take some lip gloss, put it on , and pucker. I then put on mascara and eye liner, or at least attempt to. Mom told me she'll show me how to put on makeup the right and even buy me my own when I go to high school. Problem is most girls in my class are wearing make up now. I take one last look in the mirror before taking it all off , place everything back in the bag, and put the tissue in the trash. I'm about to put the makeup back in the cabinet when Chris orbs in. "You know your not allowed to wear makeup" Chris says. "Yeah, I'm just trying it on" I reply putting the bag back in it's place. He laughs. "Looks like we all want to do things that we can't do." I look up curius wondering what it is he wants to do that he's not allowed to but don't bother asking. Instead I just walk out. Chris orbs and gets to the door way of the bedroom before I do. "You help me. I'll help you" he tells me. "Something tells me helping you get to do whatever you want to do will not be worth getting to wear makeup" I reply and go to push past him. He blocks me and says, "Only if we get cault". I just shake my head and he let's me get past. "Think about it" he whispers to me as I head towards my room. Think about it? Yeah sure. If the words "If we get cault" are involved I'm out. I hear music coming from Chris' and Wyatts' room. Of course…he wants to go to that concert. He must want me to cover for him. I'll admit I'm pretty good at covering but mom and dad might put two and two together. Chris would get the worst of it but I'd still get in trouble because I know mom and dad don't want him to go because it's a bad neighborhood. Of course,Chris is more then capable of protecting himself. How would Chris even been able to return the favor? I lay down flat on my be doing nothing but thinking for the next half-hour. I get up walk into Chris' room. "Okay I'll do it" is all I say before walking out.