"Get up, April." I order. "We're going to be late for school,"

Why, why did May Haruka end up here. In my house.

Didn't her parents know we don't like each other?!

Of course they didn't. They thought May liked everyone.

It's humorous how delusional they were to that.

But, they were sick. Very sick.

Sick with the Kindness Disease.

And then, for trusting a stranger too much, allowing him in their house, he stabbed them. May and Max were at school, so they were safe.

But not from the truth.

And it turns out her parents left their children to us - the Shu family. Dear lord almighty help us.

"Five more minutes, Cabbage Brain,"

"December, you said five more minutes ten minutes ago! Get up or I'll drag your butt there!"

She sits up. "Okay." She says. "After five more minutes, " she lays back down.

Oh lordy loo please oh please save us.

"May, let's go!" Max yells.

Okay, not to be rude, but that kid, is the most annoying thing in the world. One slip up and it's "Actually, I AM here to make sure you kill yourself!" Ugh, smart kids.

"Good luck with that, Max! I've been trying for thirty minutes!" I yell back.

"Shut up, you two! Why do I have to get up again?"

I facepalm. "School, September, school!"

"It's Saturday," she says lamely.

"No, it's Friday," I insist.

"Right, Max?" I yell.

I hear footsteps go towards the calendar. "Nope. Saturday,"

Oh.

"See?" May barks from under the covers. "Now goodnight,"

"It's morning..." I mutter as I leave.

"Don't care,"

Max sets his bag down neatly beside the door frame.

"So, Drew muh-brutha, wazzup?"

I raise my eyebrows and pinch my leg to keep from laughing. "Kid, don't even try. Just roll with it. Or, go back to bed. I'm goin' out,"

"Where?"

Nosey kid. "Well, I'll give you a hint; it's on Earth,"

"Figured that much." Max scoffs. "If they're smart, they won't let you within 500 feet of any rocket. You might look at it and blow it up,"

"What's that mean?"

He sighs. "I'm calling you dumb, genius,"

"Was that a karapox?"

"You mean paradox?"

"Why would I want two cases of chicken pox?" I ask. Seriously, who is this kid?

Max turns and shakes his head. "Oh, Drew. How did you pass preschool?"

"With my awesome intellectual intelligence of amazingness,"

"Not a word," He calls as he turns he corner.

"Is now!"

I hear May growl. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!"

"Then sleep!" I hiss. "Bye! I'll be back," if I don't kill myself first...

"Drew, dear." My mother says, rubbing her eyes as she rounds the corner. "What's with all the shouting? It's Saturday morning. Where are you going? Did you eat yet? Are your teeth brushed? Clean clothes?"

"Better attitude?" May grumbles, dragging her pink, fuzzy, obnoxiously bright blanket across the floor.

"Can it, July,"

She shrugs and yawns. Too tired to retort.

I make my escape once my mom starts pestering May to fix her rats nest.

FREEDOOOOOOOM.