A/N: Hey! I'm having some writers block for Broken so when this popped into my head I said why the heck not. I don't own any of the characters people have ever heard of and am receiving no profit for this work of fiction.

I stared into the mirror wishing my hair would stay wavy like it was when it was wet but no it had to be ugly blond-ish brown and flip in every direction except the way I wanted it to go.

"Hurry up Sky! We're gonna be late if you don't stop wishing for better hair!" I scowled into the mirror ran a brush through my piece of crap hair, grabbed my IPod and phone, and booked it out to the living room where Daisy and Cynthia were waiting sprawled out on my couch blasting Evanescence and attempting to head bang to "My Immortal." You can guess how that worked out.
"You two need some serious help," I told them grabbing the keys to Daisy's grey Tundra off the counter and dangling them in her face. "Let's go go go girlies!"
"Only if you stop talking like that," Cynthia threw back at me from behind Anna's foot. I rolled my eyes and pulled them both off the couch. "Why are you even making us go to this it's a shit movie and we hate Star Wars."

"Because, lovely, you agreed to help me study up on my voice acting and you just love me so much."

"A little less now," Daisy glared at me and sat up, "But since I do love you and you're holding my keys hostage we'll go."

"Huzzah!"

"Cynthia, smack her." I reached down and helped them up, I don't know why, they were being poopies, and shoved them out the door of the apartment.

"Hey Hika don't klutz your way down the stairs." Cynthia called over her shoulder as she pulled on the door of the Toyota

"Hey! No pulling on the handle it took me three years of dishing out gross greasy slime to buy that car!" I rolled my eyes crammed into the backseat next to Daisy's insanely huge speaker system.

"Why do I always get the back seat?" I wasn't able to put my feet on the floor 'cuz of the batteries Daisy had all over the floor so her amazingly sick speakers work.

"Because I'm older than you." Cynthia smiled at me from the comfort of the front seat.

"Well I'm taller smarter and more valuable then you," I shot back at her.

"Hey knock it off you two. I'm trying to drive."

"Hah see you do sound like my mom," I slumped back as far as I could with a triumphant grin; and Daisy flipped me off.

I decided to make this chapter short just as kind of a teaser the next one will me much longer!

Please R&R!