Piper's POV

I'm fine. I will be fine.

Three seconds later.

"GET IN THE CAR NOW!"

Arielle looks at me bug eyed. I sigh. I really try not to get like this but some mornings, like this one, I just can't help it. So far this morning, Bella has thrown up and is apparently "sick" now. Coincidentally she has a math test today and instead of studying for it last night she was watching TV. So now Jason or I have to stay home. And then there's Molly. She sort of drives me crazy in general.

"Mom! I can't find my brown boots!"

"Wear the black ones then!"

"I can't! They totally do not match my outfit!"

I start banging my head on the car window. I have no clue how she got like that. I never was.

"On the bright side mom, we're almost to college." Arielle grins at me.

I give her a flat look. " Hilarious honey."

They're 12. They are not almost to college.

Jason sticks his head out the door. "Not it."

I give him a funny look. "Not it what?"

"I'm not staying home with throw up Bella."

"How is she even going that?!" exclaims Arielle. "She's not sick, she just doesn't want to take her math test cause she didn't study."

I roll my eyes. "You're a great sister Arielle."

"Hey, built in best friend or not she gets what she deserves."

I laugh. "You bend the rules for no one."

"Nope"

I smile. I love my girls. Okay. Back to mad mom.

"MOLLY GET OUT HERE BEFORE I LOSE IT! KNOW ONE CARES WHAT COLOR YOUR BOOTS ARE!"

Jason's POV

I caved to Piper again or better put as usual. Great. I get to stay home with Bella, sick Bella. Yay. I go up to check on her. I knock on her door and hear her quickly turn the TV off. Faker.

"How you feelin?"

"Okay," she tries to say scraggly and "coughs".

"You know you'll just have to take your test tomorrow, right?"

Bella looks at me like she's offended.

"Dad! I would never pretend to be sick to get out of a test that I didn't study for because I was watching like the best episode ever of Mysteries of Laura!"

"Yeah, you would never do that," I say sarcastically.

"I wouldn't," she says innocently.

I roll my eyes and close the door. I stand there for a second and hear her turn the TV on. Again. Faker.