Another knee was jabbing into the back of my seat, sending another stab pain into my lower back. I hate riding the bus. I'd rather walk two miles than ride on an American Public school bus to get home. If it had not rained today I could have walked home. The deal that I made with my mom was that I could walk home every day…except the days when it rained, snowed, or just generally had weather problems. I turned the volume on my iPod up louder. I'd rather have the thick base of Queen's 'We Will Rock You' banging in my ears then all these teens screaming.

My name is Beth, Beth Corcoran, daughter of famous Broadway actress Shelby Corcoran. I'm fourteen years old and have blonde hair, brown eyes. You're probably thinking "Oh, she must be really popular." Well, I'm not, not really. I'm popular among my friends and I guess everybody knows my name. You could call me…introverted. I mean, I'd rather be playing video games by myself, or reading, and then be at a party. You could say I'm quiet.

My best friend name is Anne. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She is quite similar to me in a sense. She has two sisters and a brother. Having only one sister myself, I always feel a bit overwhelmed going to Anne's house, with all of her sister crying, or having their friends over and THEM crying. Usually we hang out at my place or at my other best friend/boyfriend Bradley's house. My sister Rachael is a singer and actress on Broadway. It's usually very quiet around my house. Elizabeth's sisters are name Gigi and Laura. Her older brother's named Nick. He is sixteen so we can always bribe him to drive us places.

My dad left when I was young. He now lives in California and owns his own pool cleaning business. What I always thought strange was that, like, none of my family members look like me. My mom, Rachael, and my dad all have dark hair. Same thing with my grandparents and aunts and uncles. I have always sort off, well, stood out in the family portraits.

The bus arrived at my stop. I grabbed my blue and purple backpack and rushed off, being slightly pushed by everyone behind me. After walking the few steps away from the bus stop and through my front door I was greeted by an empty house. My mom was probably still at work. I kicked off my shoes and lugged off my backpack. Grabbing an orange from the fridge I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I changed into more comfortable clothes: A short tank top and some owl pajamas.

I played Skyrim until around 5:00 when I heard the door opening.

"Beth! I'm home!"

My mom just came home from work I guess. I paused my game I went down stairs. I started taking items from the shopping, she did before she came home, and put them away.

"How was work, mom?"

"It was good Beth, how was school?"

I could hear and edginess in her voice when she talked and she seemed distracted.

"It was fun. Well…except for when I had to ride the bus home. Other than that it was fine I guess."

After I finished helping my mom put the groceries away I ran back upstairs to continue my game. My cell phone buzzed. It was a text message from my boyfriend/one of my best friends Bradley.

BJordan4u: Hey Beth, what's up?

GamergirlBeth: Nothing much. U?

BJordan4u: Want to come over tomorrow? My parents will be out of town.

GamergirlBeth: Sure. After school?

BJordn4u: Yep

GamergirlBeth: Ok.

BJordan4u: What did you get on that test for Ms. Fiabani?

GamergirlBeth: A

BJordan4u: Course you did. You're so smart!

GamergirlBeth: Lol. I know.

Bradley and I chatted for a bit more after that, until my mom called me for dinner. I walked downstairs and looked at the steaming mashed potatoes and meat loaf that my mom had set down on the table. I sat down and scooped some mashed potatoes on to my plate, with green beans on the side. My mouth watered as I ate. My mom and I talked about you know, general things like how school was going, weather, celebrities. I was about to eat my last green bean when there was a knock on the door.

I look to my mom. "Want me to get it?"

Her eyes look all around nervously. "No, I'll get it," she says, rushed.

She stood up and walked to the door. I watched her, still sitting down, wondering if anything is wrong. My mom looks through the eye hole then sighs. She took a deep breath, and then opens the door.

"Quinn."

"Hi, Shelby."