Hi, I'm BBsEvilLittleSister, and this is The Lives of Seconds' Sisters. I'm writing this with Killer-In-The-Making. You may know me from the Changes Trilogy, Single Parenting, and some cracky one-shorts. And you may know her from Freedom For The Insane. I hope you enjoy!

Wammy's House got more boring the longer you stayed. That's what I always believed.

I was so used to the yelling of Roger coming from my brother's room on the other side of the hall. I was so used to the sound of cries from down the hall coming from Linda's room. I was so used to Mango down the hall, the opposite way from Linda's room, yelling at me for being smarter.

I was just part of it, and I didn't question it. I hated it at Wammy's. All the other girls hated me, and I them. That was, until one summer night.

It was the day that the Rankings went up, and everything was in its normal place. As it always was on Wednesdays each fortnight.

1st, A

2nd, B

3rd, Matt

4th, Skalita

5th, Before

6th, Mango

7th, Olive

8th, Linda

Nothing had changed. It was the same as last month, and the month before, and the month before. I was bored, as I often was.

I went to dinner as usual. It was pizza, as it always was on the day the Rankings went up. And, as usual, the top ten got chocolate mousse while everyone else got ice cream.

Nothing changed at Wammy's House for Gifted Children. Sure, we'd get new kids every seven or eight months, but they usually only got into the twenties. I can't even remember the kids that came before that night and after Matt and Mango.

"Hey, Before, you ok?" asked B. As usual.

"Just fine, B. I just hope you didn't get a ban again," I sighed, poking my mousse with the small silver spoon that had three teeth marks. I always got that spoon.

"Nah, he went easy on me this time," B said.

That was the first change of the day.

Roger never went easy on B. Ever. He always was tougher on him than anyone else, me and Matt a close second for the spying we did. He would ban him from eating jam with his dinner. I hadn't seen any jam today, so I had assumed that he'd gotten a ban.

"So why didn't you have any jam today?" I asked.

"I had run out. I have to wait until tonight," was his response.

That was the second change of the day.

B always had jam. He never went without it. It was like A with mints, Matt with games, Mango with mangos, and me with grape bubblegum. If he ran out, he wouldn't wait until night fall to get more, he'd B-line (pun totally intended) for the kitchen and the staff had just gotten used to it.

I knew something was wrong from the second I woke up. The atmosphere was different. So everything that had happened at dinner just clenched the fact that today would be different.

After dinner I went to my room, room 8. Across the hall was my brother's room, room 13. I sighed and changed into my red and white striped quarter length sleeved, off the shoulder top and short red bike shorts. My typical pyjamas.

I remembered my name, Believe. I guess it was weird, when I looked at everyone else's names. Margo, Mail, Avery, Suzan, Oliver, Lucinda. It was just me and my brother with weird names. Beyond and Believe.

Yes, I was B's sister. Yes, I had the eyes. Yes, I was different.

It was something that had become normal.

I sat on my window sill once Roger called for lights out. I had my window open and my legs draping over the edge, kicking against the outside wall. I watched the cars driving past the orphanage. I counted six before ten. Just like normal.

Then I saw someone stop out front at 11:12. That was defiantly not normal. I saw the door on the ground floor open and Roger step out. I started wishing Matt and I had bugged the front as well as the backyard. I saw four people step out of the car. One Roger's age, one in his teens, most likely, and two children, around my age.

I was leaning so far out my window I almost fell. It was new. It was strange. And for someone like me, who wanted something new in their life, to change the flow of the world, this was perfect.

I kept an eye on the five people. When they entered the building, I pulled on my headphones so I could listen. Matt and I had bugged the entire house, so I just had to make sure I was listening to the right channel.

"So, why are they here?" asked Roger.

"When is it wrong for children to join our family?" said a voice much like B's. I knew who the only person who could be like that was. L.

I listened to the next voice. A slightly snappy young boy spoke. "Look, old man, I have jet lag, so may I go to my room?"

"Of course, we will get someone to show each of you around tomorrow. Or better yet, Before, Matt, would you two like to come down?"

Damn it! Caught again.

I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see a mess of red hair, a black and white striped shirt, blue track pants, and orange goggles hidden under all the hair. Matt.

"I had hoped my handiwork would have worked this time..." I sighed, walking down the first flight of stairs.

When Matt and I reached the bottom of the second flight, we could see L, Mr Wammy, Roger, and the two new kids.

The boy of the two was Mihael Keehl, but the girl... I could only read her life span.

"Before, Matt, this is Secret and Mello. Secret, Mello, this is Before and Matt," Roger grumbled.

I nodded and walked down the girl. "Hi, I'm Before, but some people just call me Blake."

"Secret, or S. I think you should just call me S, for short."

I smiled, I liked this girl. But two things were bothering me.

Who is she? And why can't I read her name?