Disclaimer: I don't own the Incredibles but how i wish i cud, especialy Jack-Jack. This is based on Violet. R&R plz!

Hi, I'm Violet Parr, AKA, Violet Incredible. Right now, call me Vi. That's what my boyfriend, Tony, calls me. I'm thirteen, bla bla bla bla blaaaaaa.

"Honey! Come and have dinner!" It's my mum. Duh. Who else could yell like that? She's Helen Parr, AKA, Elastagirl. Bla bla bla. Then theres my dad. Robert Parr, AKA Mr. Incredible. Oh, then theres my annoying little brother, Dash, AKA Dash incredible. Then theres my not-so-annoying brother, even if he does scream TOO loud. He's Jack-Jack. AKA, well, you guessed it, Jack-Jack Incredible.

"I said NOW, young lady!" Mum's getting angry, best go down. Write later, Violet.

Violet finished writing in her diary and crawled downstairs.

"What took ya so long, Violet?" asked Dash, who was now tucking into his chicken.

"None of your buisness," she replied, sitting down.

"So, how was school?" asked Bob, feeling unusually sweaty.

"Dad, its Sunday," they both replied in unison.

"Oh, er...how will school be...er...tomorrow?" he asked, stammering.

"Er, good," replied Violet, confused.

"Ads-day ting-acay-erid-way," whispered Dash to Violet, when their father finished talking.

"Say wa?"

"Dad's acting weird!" exclaimed Dash.

"Oh right."

"What are you two whispering about?" asked Robert Parr, getting up from the table.

"Nothing," they both replied at the same time.

"Okay, but if its about me, don't hide it, I'd like to know," said Bob, sitting down again.

"Should we tell him?" Dash asked Violet.

"He says its okay."

"You do it!"

"Okay? Why are you afraid?"

"Er..Dad," they both muttered.

"What?" he asked, as if he had super sonic ears.

"This isn't anything major but why are you being so weird today." Today? You may think. Well, Robert Parr has been pestering his children okay with stupid questions like 'is your dinner nice?' at breakfast and 'do you like your new clothes' when they were wearing basically there old clothes that were tatty and horrible when they went for horse riding lessons.

"You think I'm weird?" sniffed their father, pretending of course.

"Well, no but yeh but..."

"Come here and let me show you what a proper man can do!" this was Bob's way of saying 'Come and lets have a pretend fight.'

"Eh oh," yelled Dash, running round and round.

"Dash sit down!" exclaimed Helen, "you can fight your father after lunch."

Lunch was soon over. Then the fight. Then it was bedtime. By 10 o' clock, Dash was asleep, but Violet was wide awake, emailing Tony.

"No Bob! That's not right!" she heard from down the landing. Were her parents fighting again? Thay had been doing this a lot since the start of January. She had never had the guts to listen in before, but the eighth time this week? Something had to be wrong. She crept downstairs, invisible and listened.

"No, Bob, no!" exclaimed her mother.

"Shhh! You'll wake the kids!"

"So what! They can hear!"

"It's not my fault!"

"It is so your fault!"

"Why? What have I done?"

"You think that going out with Lucius and the rest of your mates without me is fair. And maybe it is, sure, someone has to look after the children, but dancing and kissing some other woman is fair?"

"Honey, I was drunk!"

"Oh and that makes a difference?"

"No but..."

"No buts Bob, this is serious."

"Well, its your stupid idea that I have to bond with the kids, I do that just fine!"

"Oh, and who was it who drove Violet to the cinema on her first date? It sure wasn't you, even if she asked you a thousand times!"

"That's all I ever here now, just because Violet's thirteen, Violet this and Violet that!"

"All you care about are Dash and Jack-Jack, just because they are boys!"

"And all you care about is Violet!"

"What? I babysit Jack-Jack and Dash as well as Violet when you go out with your mates. I take them to school and what do you do? Nothing, that's right, nothing!"

"What? Just because I believe that Violet is old enough to fend for herself, I don't do my job as a father?"

"That's exactly right!"

"Maybe its time!"

"Maybe it is!"

"What time?" thought Violet.

"Yes, we are getting a divorce!"

"What!" screamed Violet.

"Violet?"

"Violet?"

"Oh damn it!" she thought, and ran upstairs and locked herself in her room.