Sirena Goth looked around her bedroom and made a grab for her diary, which she had avoided weiting in ever since her grandmother, Bella, gifted it to her for her eleventh brithday. She had always thought to herself ever since she had been given the book, 'what help is a book going to be to me?' and had stared it in annoyance ever since she had first had the thought. Sirena styled her dark brown—almost black—hair into plaits at the back of her head. Her parents, Dom and Cassandra, were all about her hair being au naturale, and didn't approve of her dying it or getting piercings of any kind until she was eighteen,but even then, she would have her parents accompany her the whole time. She honestly didn't understand why her parents had to be so strict about those sorts of things, unless it was because of Cassandra's upbringing. Her mother dragged her away from Don by her left arm when she first snuck off romeet him, but Casaandra turned out decently anyway. She hated her parents being strict about bed times, social media, and what time she went to school in the morning, even though the Caliente sisters turned out decently and didn't have strict upbringings. She just didn't understand why Cassandra had to be so strict. Maybe it was a pregnancy phase, like a mood swing, and once the baby was out of her, she wouldn't be that way. Cassandra was pregnant at the moment, so that was very likely to be the case. Sirena grabbed her diary and begun writing an entry inside, but wrote it fast and messily, that it was barely readable. Maybe everyday she'd write in this diary to get her stress out of her head, and spit it all out on paper. That worked for her.
She sighed as she did her homework, or at least, that was what she was supposed to be doing. She doodled on the back cover page of her homework book, guessed half of the answers, and counted all that as completing the homework. She wouldn't show her parents this, since she never ever showed her parents these things. She got an F Minus on her most recent science test, and her parents grounded her for two weeks, telling her she was a 'disgrace to a perfect lineage' or something along those lines, and sent her to her room, apparently to 'think about what she had done'. They always made a big deal over her test scores, they were that sort of family. She hated this sort of stuff. Why did they have to make such a big deal over this sort of stuff, anyway?
She flopped onto her bed, feeling as frustrated as she could possibly feel. Sighing, she got up, spun around, and was soon changed into a pastel blue dress and light blue ballet flats. She smiled, went downstairs, and grabbed a plate of pancakes, which she noticed her parents sitting down and eating as well. She hoped she didn't get called up on failing her science quiz. Her parents were always strict on that sort of thing, as they both had gotten a degree as science teachers at Oasis Springs Elementary School, the school she went to, but luckily neither had taught her yet. Sirena was decently competent in her classes, by that, she meant that she got half the work done in class and the other half at home, because she was a real chatterbox and a social butterfly in general.
She glanced down at her breakfast and begun slowly eating it, avoiding eye contact with her parents and any family conversation, whether it was about her or anyone else. She didn't like being talked to or talking to her parents because she felt that all they would ever do if she bothered to open her mouth was shut her down, if anything at all, anyway. She washed the family's breakfast dishes and cleaned out the pots, pans and cutlery that was used to prepare and eat the meal, hopefully showing her parents that she was responsible in some way or other. They always thought she was as irresponsibls as can be, because they always phoned the school when they found out about any of her bad grades. F Minus, F, E, E Plus, D, D Plus and C were her most recent grade, the C being for English, which made her parents annoyed. They thought she needed a tutor, but she kept in saying she'd try to get better, and anyway, her parents hadn't gotten around to hiring one.
She sighed, annoyed, and took out the trash, still trying to flaunt her responsibility, and flash herself in a different light to her parents, who still thought she was the most irresponsible creature to ever walk Oasis Springs, which was ever so much a big call as anyone would think it was, and she would sigh, rolling her eyes with a grimace on her face whenever they told her this was the case. Sirena was the failure of the Goth and Lothario family lineages. She was an insider and a social butterfly, always attempting to hang out with her friends, preferring that over studying any day, which conflicted with her mother's hot headed, gloomy and family oriented personality, and all she wanted was a successful lineage for her family.
Sirena wondered if her mother's hot headed and gloomy quarters of her personality were just a pregnancy phase sometimes, but she knew in the depths of her heart that they were left there because of Bella's mysterious disappearances during Cassandra's childhood, and whenever she thought that, she was struck in the heart and wished she had someone to blame. She thought that it gave love the worst name in her own family, as her mother had felt she was forbidden from seeing Don for her whole life when Bella had worked out that she had snuck off to meet him that one time before she was born. Sirena knew her mother well enough, to know how sad she was when she had found out her uncle, Micheal Bachelor, had drowned on the beach the night before all of the funerals.
"Don!" Sirena heard her mother shout from the kitchen. "I think I'm in labor."
"Who's gonna babysit, Sandy? Olivia's at work, Alexander's at work and the only other two people that could possibly look after her are-" Don began.
"Hospital, now!"