I stood at the counter quietly deciding which bowl to use for tonight's supper. Hmm... Well, since it's Tuesday, I think I'll go with blue. So I chose the blue bowl. It was decorated with water-color pink birds and flowers; this one had always been my favorite.

"Yo, birdgirl. Have you seen him yet?" My annoying sister's voice. What a joy to hear. I turned my body so that I was facing the wall, opposite her.

"No."

"I have. He's creepy looking. You can have him." I heard her snort in discust.

"What does he look like?"

"Tall, really old. Graying brown hair. Beard. He was wearing a freaking bathrobe!" I turned around in time to see her shutter, which made me laugh.

"That's our dad, Dumb-A!" I laughed even harder as the surprise from my indication made her face look like a blowfish.

"Uh-oh, this isn't good. This isn't good at all," she whimpered while chewing on her thumb.

"Go on. Details, hun." She always pressed me for the tid-bits of stuff, so why couldn't I fire it back at her?

"When I saw the ghost," she air-quoted the ghost part,"I said outloud, 'Eww what an effing faggot'-" I stopped listening right there. Ahh, to be lost in one's own thoughts, while discriminately ignoring your stupid sister. This is definitely the life ^-^

"Ohhh! So that's why Dad got onto me for using foul language!" Did I mention she was a blonde?

"Oh honey! We have some neighbors here visiting! Why don't you both come say hello?" My mom's plastered smile faded as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. She put a hand over her heart, as if acting nice and sweet had worn her out. "I'll make some lemonade for y'all!" There goes her southern accent again. Jeesh.

"Oooh do these people have a son? A senior in highschool maybe?" Luckily, my mom just rolled her eyes and headed towards the fridge. Ellan stayed put, waiting for an answer. I took this chance to dash out into the living room hallway to greet the neighbors.

"Hi! My name is Ella." I grinned and took a mental picture of what this family looked like: All dark-headed. Tall. Parents-in their late 40's. Children-one boy,19 maybe. One girl, about 12. Hmm, sounds harmless enough.

"Nice to meet you," the mother took my hand in hers and shook it, "I'm Jamie. My husband is Tom, my daughter is Penny, and my son is Jeff."

"You have a really lovely family, ." Well, I was actually telling the truth.

"What a doll! Speaking of dolls, you look like one yourself. How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?" she asked giddily. My smile fell.

"Actually I just turned 16 last week." I raised my eyebrow at her and waited for her response.

"I see. Nice talking to you!" Heh, some people really get embarrassed easily!

"Lemonade is ready!" And time for me to go!

Two hours later, I finally heard the neighbors leave. Of course, Ellan got her a new boy toy, and my mom got her a new auction friend. My dad, however, gained nothing since he stayed in his "office" (man cave) the whole time doing "work" (watching cartoons).

"Ow!" I yelped as something stung my arm. I looked up from my book and saw a tiny green spider crawling up my arm. I jumped out of my bed and ran straight into the door, thinking it was open. All the while, screaming "SPIDER!" If you can't tell already, I am very afraid of spiders. I looked down again and was relieved to see the green monster's guts on the door along with some blood. Had it been a mosquito and I hadn't realized it? A bump wasn't showing on my arm yet, so I just put some alcohol on it and went to bed.