"Hey Princess." Duncan smirked, giving his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. Her onyx colored eyes burnt into his teal eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "Tell them to stop arguing before they kill each other!" Duncan, first puzzled, followed Courtney's gaze until he found the source of noise. Logan, the eldest at the age of 17, was battling with Holly, who was 16. "You did too steal my brush!" She screamed. Holly looked like more like courtney in figure, but she had her father's teal eyes. Her waist-length brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her mocha skin color was shining in the light. "Listen, dear sister of mine, I DIDN'T TOUCH YOUR FU-" "LOGAN!" Duncan yelled, and his son immediately shut up. Logan loomed over Holly, about the same height as Duncan or shorter. He was the spitting image of Duncan, same black hair, skin tone, teal eyes, and mohawk. The only difference was his mohawk was blue-green. "Sorry." Logan muttered, his gaze looking anywhere but Duncan. "No, I'm sick of you saying sorry! We all know your just gonna keep pulling the same crap as you always do!" Duncan growled, his eyes narrowed. He heard his son gulp, and continued, "If you won't behave, than guess where you're going." Courtney stiffened beside him and whispered, "Oh no, Duncan, give him another chance!" Duncan snapped his attention to Courtney, "We've been giving him second chances for about his whole life!" Holly was grinning, her hands on her hips. "Serves him right." Logan looked between all three of them, "Where am I go-" His eyes suddenly widened and his mouth dropped. "Boarding school? Juvenile Hall?" Logan suddenly put a fake smirk on his face, though his whole body was frozen. "You think THAT scares me?" Out of all three children, Logan was the only one that looked and acted like Duncan when he was his age. He even dressed like Duncan:Black t-shirt with a white skull on it, and dark jeans that stopped at his ankle, with blue-gray converse. Holly's clothes were simpler, black t-shirt with a yellow-white skull on each sleeve, and gray capris like her mother. Duncan exchanged a glance with Courtney, and glowered at Logan, "You've been sent to Juvy about 8 times JUST this year. And it's May." He snarled, and Logan slightly winced. "Yeah, but you guys bailed me out, right?" 'Not anymore." Duncan replied, and disappeared down a hall for a moment, reappearing with a duffel bag. "Pack tonight. We leave tomorrow." And with that said, he went up the stairs, towards his room.

Logan stood there, the duffel bag hanging from his hand, and looked desperately and his mother. "Mom?…" "I'm sorry sweetie." Courtney was sobbing slightly, and walked over to her son, giving him a hug. "But we won't be seeing you, for a while." Even Holly looked shocked. I really screwed up this time, didn't I? He thought to himself, slowly trudging upstairs, walking down a long hall before making a left quickly. He slammed his door, and looked around his room. Posters of heavy metal bands hung on it, and his room was painted a navy blue. Magazines of sports and bands were scattered across his floor, and his bed was unmade. He went over to his dresser, which was buried under random stuff he kept, like skull necklaces and baseballs. He looked to his left, and couldn't help but grin, seeing the house next to theirs still didn't fix the windows he smashed with his baseballs. Sighing, Logan battled with one of the drawers before it opened, and he packed boxers, socks, shirts, pants, and deodorant. Thinking of what happened last time, he grabbed a couple of baseballs and a carving knife. Logan turned around and let out a small scream, spotting a book. But it wasn't just ANY book, it was the worst: An algebra book. See, Holly thought it'd be wise to give him an algebra book, and he refused to touch it, always moving it with his baseball bat. Logan now looked at it, and couldn't help but sink to the ground. He should have changed his life around, should of acted more like Holly and Jasper. Suddenly he heard a small knock, and turned to see his younger brother, Jasper, opening his door. Logan couldn't help but think, I didn't let anyone come near my room, so no one's ever bothered touching my door handle or even stepping inside. Why is Jasper here? "What do you want, punk?" Logan snapped, and he saw Jasper coil in fear. "I wanted to say bye." The 12 year old stated. He had dark brown hair, that was slightly spiky, though it was a normal short hair style. His eyes were onyx colored, and his skin was their dad's tone. His bangs were in his face as usual, and his head was tipped. Logan noticed he was growing taller, and asked, "How'd you know?" Jasper scoffed, "Please, the way you two were going out each other I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops." Now feeling more confident, Jasper stepped out of the door frame and into his room, looking around with an awed expression. Logan followed his gaze, and growled, "Take a picture, it'll last longer. Now get out, and take THIS with you." He shoved the algebra book with his foot towards Jasper, who took it up casually and shrugged. "Whatever." His jeans were slightly drooping, and his dark gray t-shirt had stick figure on it, that was skateboarding. Logan smiled to himself, remembering teaching his younger brother how to skateboard, and remembered when one time Jasper fell down the hill near their house and broke his arm. Logan got in so much trouble, but wasn't grounded since he carried his brother all the way up the hill, told Holly he'd be gone since both of their parents were out, and walked all the way to the hospital, carrying Jasper. Jasper was only 9, while Logan was 14. Logan shook himself out of the memories though, before throwing in some shaving cream and comics before zipping up the duffel bag, dropping it near the door, and collapsing on his bed, snoring.

Holly looked up from her room as Jasper knocked on the door. Her room was a bright color, a light-pale shade of yellow, which looked amazingly pretty. Her floor was a light wood color, and it had a large yellow butterfly carpet in the center of the room. Her desk was on the wall that the door was on, being white wood with a elegant white soft swivel chair with a pink cushion, and had a phone and shelves on it. Her text books and books were stacked neatly on the shelves connected to the desk. Her bed was high up, with a huge headboard. It had four big end poles that had curtains hanging from it. The bedspread was a light blue with fluffy pillows, and the sheets were a pale yellow that had animals and flowers on it. Her bookshelf was next to her desk, and on the end table had a radio on it. She had her own bathroom, which had a nice shower/bath, and the closet was located in the bathroom, being huge. Her cherry wood dresser had family pictures on it, with a mirror attached to it. "What's up?" Holly asked from her cozy chair in the corner. "Just wanted to give this to you. From Logan." Her younger brother bounded over, handing her the algebra book. She looked at it, and a dreamy expression etched across her face. "Ah, algebra. Such an amazing quality in life." She noticed Jasper was also sighing happily. Both of them were like Courtney, being geniuses and perfectionists. Logan was smart too, but chose to be punk-bad boy, which he did good. Holly nodded, before grinning. "Jasper, I have a mission for you."

"I can't believe I HAVE to do this." Jasper whispered, his eyes full of fear. "What if Logan wakes up and catches me? I'm a dead man walking!" Holly patted his back, "No, he will not wake up. He's tired, upset, and needs to sleep for tomorrow. Just go in, slip the algebra book in his bag, ZIP it, then come out. Got it?" "Got it." Jasper gulped, before walking down the hall quietly to Logan's room, and slowly opening the door. Logan was sprawled out on his bed, face down. Jasper noticed the football on his end table and realized the ends were sharper than most footballs, and thought, Oh my God, if he wakes up he's gonna kill me with that demon football! "Get a grip, Jasper." He whispered, barely audible, and slowly began unzipping the duffel bag. He winced as it made a loud noise, but Logan was still asleep, still snoring. Wiping his free hand across his face, Logan then preceded to stick the book in the duffel bag, and noticed a paper sticking up. Curious, he opened the book and looked at a picture. It was the whole family, all of them smiling. He realized he must of been 7, since Logan looked his age, 12. Duncan was standing behind Logan, and Courtney was standing behind Holly. Jasper was in front of Logan and Holly, and they all looked happy. He frowned, before putting the picture back and slipping the algebra book in the bag, before quickly zipping it closed and darting out of that room.