"RIN!!!" a cheer exploded from the entrance of the house. To my utter surprise, both Anko and Kurenai stood in the doorway. Bags of clothes and boxes of things cluttered the foyer.

"Anko? Kurenai"? My voiced wavered and the sight of my friends brought long gone tears forward.

"Ah, look what we did Kure! We made her cry!" Anko pointed out as Kurenai hugged me. Still hugging me, Kurenai giggled softly and smiled, exclaiming, "Well, it has been a while since we saw each other last"!

All three of us chattered as we made our way through the foyer and living room to the dinning room. A large, dark walnut table with matching chairs was the main focus of the room. The hard wood floors were dull and old, but still they fit the room. A Persian rug covered the floor under the large table and chairs, and a large dark wooden china cabinet sat in the corner against the creamy white walls. We gossiped and chit chatted away for hours.

Anko Mitarishi was the second daughter of the Mitarishi family, a powerful family that focused on military. Anko was ambitious, noisy, and carefree. Kurenai Yuhi was the eldest daughter of the Yuhi family, an economical family; she was studious, quit, and extremely polite. I was the fourth daughter of the Ishihara family. We prided ourselves in our high positions in government, as well as our over all wealth.

As time ticked by, the sky darkened. One by one we went to our rooms. I climbed the two flights of stairs quietly, carrying a cardboard box of jeans. I walked down my hallway passing the full bath on the right, and knocked my bedroom door open with my toes.

The light hard wood floors were smooth and free of dust, but clustered here and there were groups of cardboard boxes. This was the first time I had been up here since Monday when I had arrived. I had no intention of sleeping here when I didn't have to. I had pulled the blinds down in all of the 4 windows except the ones closest to my double French doors. I dropped the box next to another box filled with shoes. I walked over to the desk where my computer was assembled on a metal desk. I sighed and turned it off, I was not in the mood to focus on my bizarre family.

I turned my attention to my bed. The sheets were clean and the comfort was washed, still I had a feeling that screamed dirty. So I unrolled an egg shell top mattress, and grabbed a feather down blanket. I popped my iPod into my black iHome, and adjusted it so it would quietly play the Beastie Boys all night long. Curled up on the floor, I fell asleep to song of "Girls" by the Beastie Boys.

Hello!!!! wow I'm very excited about this story! My english teacher suggested that I write short chapters in a short story. well as always R&R!!