''I hate Tuesdays.'' Caroline sat down on the empty brown chair next to me, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail.
''You know why? '' Before I could answer, she explained. Apparently, Caroline thought Tuesday was a waist, that it had no use at all. Monday was the day after the weekend, there had to be one. Wednesday was half a day, which everyone liked. And Thursday is the it's-almost-weekend-day and then Friday, well, it didn't even need explaining. So the only day in the week that shouldn't be there, was Tuesday.
A loud cough in front of the class, made us all quiet, everyone turned around, facing the clean blackboard. The teacher had come in with a suitcase in one hand and an apple in the other, which she placed in the corner of her neat desk.

Ms. Appelo took an apple to class, every day, which made us call her Ms apple instead of Appelo. It wasn't weird she brought them, what was, was that she didn't even like apples. She did it to look more like The Perfect Teacher, the one with the straight clothes, the strict face, big glasses and a pony tail. After setting down her case, straightening her skirt and grimacing, she sat down, legs crossed. As it was said in the book.

I wasn't lying when I said there was a book, there was, in the top drawer. One of my class mates had found out, I never understood how. Everyone thought of her as a crazy teacher, to dedicated to her work. Even her colleagues thought so. And she kind of was, unless you thought keeping charts of all your students grades wasn't weird.

It was lunch break, finally. The weather was good and the food.. eatable. Today was a good day, I could feel it, there was something in the air. Bonnie sat next to me, her beautiful black hair just falling over her shoulders. With her great free-flowing hair , she was my only friend who never seemed to have split ends. Unfair, I know. She was wearing her every day look, not bad dressed but not overdressed either, just normal.
Caroline, in the meantime, had moved on to another topic, a party at Tyler's. When she was about to explain why we really needed to be there, Bonnie stopped her.
''Tell us, now. Who is he?'' Caroline's eyes widened which made her perfect trimmed eyebrows go up a little but only for a second because she recovered fast.
''What do you mean?'' She asked, playing dumb. I knew better and so did Bonnie. From experience, we knew Caroline liked the attention pointed at her, the blonde wanted us to ask further. So we did. More out of habit than curiosity, I mean, try to get excited about the same story you hear almost every week. It was a routine we had to stick to, because we were good friends. Caroline liked a guy, they dated, she dumped him, she cried and we comforted her until the next victim came lurking around the corner.

''It's Tyler.'' She blurted out. Fidgeting with her nails, she looked down and I slapped her fingers. It was our rule, if anyone ever bit their nails or did anything to ruin them, we slapped each other's hands. After she threw me a quick thank-you, I started talking.
''So Tyler. Doesn't he have a girlfriend?'' If I had known then , that by just saying this one sentence, we'd be talking about it the whole day, I wouldn't have said it. I really wouldn't have.

The day was over and it was one of the days that I didn't hate seeing my brothers car parked on the other side of the street. Nearly forgetting to watch left and right, I crossed and got in the BMW. I had four brothers and a sister, I was the youngest. Elijah was behind the wheel, which wasn't one of his habits. Usually, he let one of the others do everything that involved me, like taking me to and from school, he did other things, things where my brothers were too childish for. They wouldn't handle it right, Elijah always told me. Not that I knew what those things were because he liked to remind me that I was the youngest and that it was none of my business.

''Caroline asked if we could do something this weekend.'' I quickly said, before I lost my courageous.

''Sure, you don't need my permission for that, do you?'' He actually sounded confused, like he never forbade me anything. I sighed and explained that we wanted to have a sleepover, at Caroline's. His grip on the wheel tightened and I knew what the answer would be so I said he didn't even have to bother answering. I stared out the window, trying to keep my eyes at place, not to follow everything that we passed but it was impossible because there was no point on which I could focus. What it did do, was keeping my mind of the fact that I was angry with Elijah, for not even considering it. I sometimes wished that Klaus was the oldest or Rebekah.

We stopped in front of the house but neither of us got out. I looked at my fingers, noticing blue ink stripes and dots on my hands. Not remembering when I had held my pen wrong, Elijah talked.
''You can have the sleepover.'' Surprised, I looked up at him, feeling something was wrong. And my presumption was right.

''At our house.''

''You've got to be kidding me.'' Was the only thing I said before I opened the car and slammed the door. Of course, Elijah was already inside thanks to his vampire speed, with errands he apparently had done before picking me up from school.
Who couldn't hate dear old Elijah?

I could.

''Change the channel, this is boring.'' Caroline commanded and I automatically obeyed. I wiped my hands clean from the chips on my black and white pyjamas, leaned forward and almost fell of the couch. I reached for the remote but got only air, the remote gone. Anger rose up in me, they had behaved so human until now, someone had to ruin it.
''Where did it go?'' Caroline's eyes were wide with surprise and wonder, so naïve.

''Klaus!'' I yelled, even though he would've heard me if I whispered.

''Give it back, I know it was you.'' Klaus was the second youngest brother of the family and liked to mess with me. Being the only one who wasn't a vampire in a house full of them, didn't have much perks, especially when you were the youngest of six.

''Looking for this?'' Klaus asked, appearing behind me, juggling with the remote. I tried to give him my best I-hate-you-face. When my brother was bored, he did the stupidest things, like bullying me or picking a fight with the eldest brother, Elijah.

Elijah was the most mature of us all and the one I loved most. He solved our fights, was honest and maybe a little too protective which was better than not caring at all, I guessed. Between Elijah and Klaus, there were Damon and Rebekah. He was a mix of the two older brothers. Sarcastic, rude, impulsive and playful but also honest and careful. Damon was the most outgoing person. If I wanted advice on social matters, I came to him. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I looked up at him.

My sister, in the middle of the four brothers, was the normal one of the family. Last and definitely least, the youngest brother, Stefan. He couldn't care less whether I existed or not. I had no idea why he hated me but there wasn't much I could do except accepting it. Elijah had told me once that Stefan already hated me since I was little, because I replaced him as the youngest. I thought it was stupid to be jealous of that because face it, being the youngest of six kids, where four of them are guys in their puberty and vampires, didn't have a lot of advantages. I'd be happy to trade with him any day.

''Don't be so childish, Klaus, give it back.'' Elijah said, coming down the stairs, dressed in a black suit, white shirt underneath and on top a black tie.

"Why do you look so good?'' I hoped he wouldn't tell me what I thought he was going to tell me.

''Well, glad you ask. There is this new trend, nowadays, that when you stay home and plan on sitting in front of the TV all night, watching drama series with ice cream and chocolate, you dress up!'' Damon answered for him, not taking the effort to go down normal, taking the stairs but jumping down, also neatly dressed with a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. It didn't make a sound when he hit the floor.

I sighed and let my head hang down because I had asked them to act normal, or rather human, if there were any friends around. Knowing better than to think they'd listen, I hoped. There was nothing wrong with hoping, was there?

One day, because of careless Stefan of course, who else would be so stupid, Caroline had found out about the whole vampire situation. Only knowing parts of the existence of these creatures, she didn't want to know more. Nor were we going to tell her, because she had almost fainted finding out. Not an ideal situation. At these rare occasions, I thanked god for inventing compulsion.
Elijah had handled the mess Caroline had been, he had gotten her to relax from her hysteria and accept what was.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my friend froze when Damon jumped. She still hadn't got used to the idea of my brothers being vampires but she was getting there, I hoped. Again, it was all I could do, hoping. The reason I wasn't a bloodsucker was because after the fifth child, my mother found a way to let me survive without making me a vampire. Esther was a witch and with a friend of hers , she created a spell that let me be human but stopped my aging. I stayed seventeen for the rest of my life. Not so great because I was as weak, slow and hungry like a human. Nobody knew what my mom and her friend had done. They died the next day, the spell had taken too much of the two young witches.

Thanks to Elijah ,who gave me vervain, I couldn't be compelled. If he wouldn't let me take it every morning to protect me from other vampires, I was pretty sure my siblings would've taken advantage of it a long time ago. It's hard to live with them, especially when your parents aren't around to throw around punishments and favour the youngest.

''You're going out, with Damon?'' I couldn't believe it. Of all the times I had wanted them gone, they went when I wanted them home.

''Yes, Y-E-S.'' Damon spelled while writing the letters in the air, finishing with a big dot.

''Stefan and Klaus will stay home to look after you.'' Elijah said matter of factly. Like that didn't mean hell. Like it was wise to leave them with a human and the sister they hated. Awesome.

"And Rebekah? " I asked, hoping she'd stay home. Ignoring me, Elijah called Stefan.

''We have to stay home, at a Friday night?'' Klaus asked, still holding the remote, realizing what Elijah had just said. I crossed my arms and started pouting. Very mature, I know, but I couldn't help it. Being locked up with those two asses was the worst of the worst. If Stefan nor Klaus weren't stopped by Elijah, my night was ruined. They loved it when Elijah was gone but they hated taking care of me. Which I hated too. I've never been left alone in my entire life.

''What?'' Stefan lazily walked in, took his usual place, hanging against the wall. It was obvious he hadn't been listening and I hoped Klaus wouldn't talk. My youngest brother could go from happy to furious in one second, he was like a granate, always ready to explode. All you had to do was pull the pin. Klaus lifted me up from the couch, put me down right in front of him and kept a firm grip on my arms which made it impossible for me to struggle.

''We, brother, have to stay home so we can babysit our sister while Damon and Elijah are going out. '' I tried to break free from his grip but looked like a fly struggling against a spider's web.

''No, we don't.'' Stefan looked at me, his eyes filled with anger. And here it comes, I thought.

''I don't need a babysitter.'' I calmly said, as if someone would listen to me.

''Shut up!'' Stefan said, or kinda growled it. This was why I didn't want to have it at my house. Every chance of getting out of the house, of getting away from the supervision of any vampire, was a bless.

''I am starting to feel sorry for you, kid.'' Damon said, after seeing the faces of Stefan and Klaus. Most of the time, Rebekah or Elijah stayed with me and rarely Klaus nor Stefan. When the five of them left, Elijah always let Damon's best friend come over, Alaric. He was a tall handsome man with short brown hair and didn't have much trouble getting attention from woman, not that he actually noticed it. Alaric was one of the few old vampires that still lived like a human. When he had been changed, he had kept all his values and lived after them. I liked hanging around with Damon's best friend but I barely saw him because my brothers and sister rarely went away at the same time. Alaric was also the one that kept my brother, Damon, from doing the wrong thing. Damon was easily tempted.

''Jeez, that's helpful. '' I sarcastically responded.

Rebekah, who was wearing a strapless black dress with her blond hair hanging in loose curls, came down and made the whole party complete.

''So you too are going out?'' I asked disappointed, my last hope fainting away. She smiled and winked.

''Have fun with tweedledee and tweedledum!'' Rebekah said before leaving. So nice of her, I thought while rolling my eyes. Elijah kissed my forehead, wished me and Caroline a good night and looked meaningful at Klaus and Stefan, the former's grip getting more and more painful, the latter's look more and more murderous.

''See you laters, alligators.'' Damon said before closing and locking the old wooden door. It didn't help keeping vampires in but it did help keeping humans out. Waiting until Klaus would finally let go, I stayed just where I was until the sharp pain on my arms was gone and I started feeling bruises coming up. A door was slammed shut and that was my sigh to move again. Stefan was nowhere to be seen but I checked with Caroline first. .

''Are they gone?'' I asked her. She nodded.

''Finally.'' I said and sat down next to her, at the new leather couch. Stefan had burned the previous one. Don't ask me why.

''Are you all right? You look a little pale.''
''It's just…Let's watch a movie.'' She answered, avoiding my question.

''I'm sorry.'' Was all I said.

While choosing a movie, Stefan came down, new clothes on and gel in his hair.

'' You can't go out, Elijah told you so.'' I pointed out while starting the trailer of a comedy.

''You can't go out, Elijah told you so.'' Stefan aped me. He was looking in the glass of the oven at his own reflection, turned his head sideways and looked satisfied. Unbelievable people could be attracted to such a dick.

''Elijah is not my boss, he is yours. Klaus and I are going out, you won't say a thing, have your little baby party and we'll get back before Damon and Elijah do. I already talked this over with Klaus, he agrees so if everyone shuts up, there won't be a problem. It's no biggie. Do you understand?''
I nodded but I couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Elijah was always good to me and I didn't like lying to him. On the other hand, it would be the first time I was alone in this house. Stefan made some threats, the usual I-will-kill-you and all that, because he was afraid of getting caught. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, everyone listened to Elijah.

Both left through the window upstairs, because the door must've been too mainstream, without saying another word.

''I guess we finally have the house for ourselves.'' I said and pressed the start button on the remote.