me: This is a random idea I had last night after I found our my computer had a virus. Dad said to keep it off until Mom could take it to the shop this morning. I'm on my Dad's right now.

Angel: Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I don't own MR or it's characters. But I do own the plot, the fact that Dr. M has a new career, that they moved to suburbs of Los Angeles, Kara, and Mrs. Giffiths's baby when she has it.

Total: Who's Kara?"

me: Max's little sis. Named after my friend. She's know it if she sees this. And she's gonna be mad because there's a guy named Max at our school. And I feel sorry for his little sisters. Anyway, enjoy!

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"Come on, kids!" Mrs. Griffiths called up the stairs. I finished tying my shoe and bounced down the stairs with Iggy. Iggy really is Mrs. Griffiths son, and the on she'll have in about four months. Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and I are adopted. Poor Mr. Griffiths was killed, hit by a bus, a month after Mrs. Griffiths found out she was to have another kid.

Mrs. Griffiths picked up the casserole she made for the new neighbors. They've been here, suburb Los Angeles, for a week. But this was the first time Mrs. Griffiths had time to visit, taking care of five children alone with one on the way.

Nudge and Angel jumped down the stairs, giggling. "Let's go!" Nudge said excitedly.

"No, no, no!" Mrs. Griffiths said. "Let's not freak the neighbors out with kids yet. Just me, Fang, and James."

"Mom!" Iggy said. "I'm Iggy, stop calling me James!"

"Sorry, James. Now come on."

With a sigh, Iggy followed Mrs. Griffiths out the door, me close behind. We walked along the sidewalk to the house next to ours. Mrs. Griffiths rang the doorbell.

After a few minutes, a young girl, about fourteen like me and Iggy, opened the door. She had long dark hair, perfect teeth and skin, pretty eyes--

I stopped myself and looked away.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Griffiths," she said. "And this is my son J--Iggy"--Haha. Jiggy. --"and my adopted son Fang."

I shot a half smile.

"I'm Max Martinez," the girl said. She pulled up a little girl behind her that looked exactly like her. "This is my little sis Kara, and....Ella must have run of somewhere already. Come in." She and Kara stepped out of the way for us to come in.

We walked though the door into the living room. Cream colored carpet was on the floor, white ceiling, tan walls. Pictures hung on the walls with dark wood frames, Max, Kara, and I guess Ella, their mother, a pretty lady with short brown hair. There were two men in some of them, sandy-haired men, one with brown eyes and the other with green. A dark-wood shelf was on the far wall, covered in plants, medals, and Ella's academic awards. A mahogany grand piano stood in the other corner, perfect keys glistening. There was a dark arch between the two, leading to a kitchen. A coffee table was in the middle of the room. A TV stood against the wall on one side of it, white sofa to the other with white recliners.

Iggy sat on one end of the sofa, me on the other. Mrs. G sat between us. "I brought over some casserole. Where is your mother? Surly she isn't at work already."

Max nodded. "Kara, go find Ella." Kara granned and ran off. Max sat in a recliner beside the sofa. "She's a firefighter. Used to be a ver. Nearly ten years of college down the drain, I guess." She looked at her feet.

Mrs. G nodded. "Then where is you father?"

"Mom's divorced. Kara and Ella have the same father, but he doesn't want anything to do with us. My father is in prision. Again." She mumbled the 'again' part. I wonder if I was the only one who caught it.

Mrs. G gasped. My eyes widened. Max didn't look like the daughted of a criminal, or like the ones I saw on TV, covered in tatoos, breaking cerfews, drinking and smoking with their greasy-haired boyfriends. Her Mom probably raised her right. "Prision," Mrs. G repeated. "Why is he in prision?"

She pursed her lips. "Uh, over-protectve, Dad thing."

We got that she didn't feel comfortable talking about it. Mrs. G nodded and pushed a lock of pale strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear.

"I see," she said. "So you're here alone with your sisters?"

Max nodded. "My dad usually takes care of us. He's not a bad guy, he only got arrested protecting me."

Oh, so now Max got her father arrested.

"Thank you for the casserole," Max said, picking up the black pan covered in tin foil. She put it in the kitchen. When she came back, the phone rang. That seemed to bug Max for some reason.

Mer face turned hard. "Excuse me," she said coldly and picked up the phone. "Hey....No, Sam.......I am not going to a club! I don't want to come home drunk!.......You can't come over, we have, um, guests........Yes, Mom is gone........They're neighbors! Good bye!" She slammed down the phone.

Mrs. G looked from me to Iggy. "Maybe we should leave," she whispered. We shook our heads.

"Sorry about that," Max said. "Sam's my boyfriend."

"And he wants you to go to a club?" Iggy asked.

She sighed and glanced away. I thought I saw a tear in her eyes. Probably just my imigination. She started playing with her hands. "It's.....It's a long story. Not important, you know... boring."

"So when are you starting school?" Mrs. G asked, eager to change the subject. They've been here for a week and the kids haven't even come to school yet. We would know, with our crazy family.

"It's really heard for us to go to school. I'd have to get everyone ready every morning, take them to school, bring them back. It would be really hard."

"I thought your mother was a firefighter. Go to work one day, off two."

"At work 24 hours. But usually she sleeps those two days if it was a buisy night. Here, it usually is. Back in Mrsa, not normally."

Mrs. G licked her lips. "I could help you. You probably will go to the same high school as J--Iggy and Fang. Ella probably Jr. High with Nudge. And Kara would probably be in elementary with Gazzy and Angel."

"Would you? Mom really wants us in school. She just can't with her job."

"Of course! Just get ready and we'll pick you up Monday."

"Thank you so much. Mom will be so happy. And thanks again for the dinner."

"You're welcome. I'm happy to help. Come on, boys. We better go." We stood up and walked out.

I couldn't sleep that night. I was too buisy thinking about what Max meant about her father. Max. She was so--pretty.

And I couldn't stop thinking about that Sam guy. He seemed like a real jerk, wanting her to go to a club. I wonder why she stays with him. But it was only Saturday. Two more days until answers.

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me: Hope you liked the chapter! I've gotta upload and get off now. Dad's nervous about me being on fanfiction on his computer, even though a got the virus from fictionpress, and he has to uplode CDs on iTunes.

Angel: For her mother's Mother's Day present.

Total: iPod.

me: I think Mom will like it. Of course, she likes anything we get her. Espicially since the iPod is palm size.

Angel: MRA! You gotta go!

me: Okay! Total, go!

Angel: Why can't I do it?

me: You can next chapter. Total!

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