Author's Note: I know it's not very interesting right now, but Alex and Jay'll be in the next chapter, then the good stuff will come :) Please hold on til tomorrow, then I promise it'll get better, READ & REVIEW!

Luckily, the visit to Home Depot was worth it, I chose a deep, dark purple that was called Lunar Eclipse, the salesman had said it looked close to black when it was dry, and I was sold; only after I convinced the step-loser to let me buy it. Of course, my zombie of a sister chose a bright pink that would probably hurt someone's eyes when they walked into her room, but did the step-loser argue? Of course not..

After buying the other things we needed, we picked up Chinese food, my favorite. I was content, very actually, I had gotten the color of my dreams and my favorite type of food, Vegetable Lo Mein, yum. On the way home, the zombie got to choose the music, surprise surprise! She chose a stupid girl band, that even though they sucked, I could handle better than gospel music.

By the evening, the first coat of paint in my room was done; I collapsed on my bed, surrounded by granola bar wrappers and a couple of Gatorade bottles (I'm not messy, I'm just lazy.) I decided that I might as well get the painting over with, so I could move my furniture back to their rightful place, instead of in the middle of my room.

I turned my iPod, which was on my iHome, all the way up, blasting "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" by Relient K, throughout my semi-hollow basement room. My computer desk, along with my laptop, TV, bookshelf, and full load of books weren't here yet, stupid U-Haul company only had one truck to rent out. But I was getting my stuff tomorrow, which was why painting at the moment was perfect.

And finally, a few hours later I was done, the sun had gone completely down and all of my lights were on; the salesman was right, it was almost black. I smiled, feeling at home, and cleaned up the mess of wrappers and bottles off my bed, sitting down and laying back on my silky covers.

I was covered in paint, but I'd shower in the morning, I was too tired at the moment. I sighed in exhaustion, getting under the covers and switching my lamp off, yawning as I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I woke up covered in purple, it took me a moment to realize why I was, and jumped straight into the shower. I had to scrub really hard, which was difficult when you were half asleep, geez did painting make you sleepy.

I brushed my teeth, along with my hair, and stepped into my newly painted room, it smelled like paint, and it was a comforting smell.

I blow dried and straightened my hair, pinning my bangs on the top of my head with a pin, and then changed into a short sleeved navy blue shirt, dark faded jeans, and a dark gray, cropped over-jacket with three quarter sleeves. I slipped on some silver, open-toed ballet flats and walked upstairs to the kitchen, glancing at the clock on my way, it was 10:30 AM, perfect timing.

"Mom?" I said aloud. I wonder if she was even awake yet, I know they were up painting their own rooms and most likely helping Bailey too.

"We're in the living room, Em." I heard her reply, oh goody, she said we, not I.

I sighed, walking into the living room, seeing mom and the step-loser watching the morning news, "Uh, I was wondering if you guys wanted some breakfast? I saw a restaurant a couple blocks down the street, I'm sure they serve breakfast," I said quickly. "I can go pick some food up for us, only if you'd like."

Mom smiled, "I'd love some Emma, I'll have a cheese and ham omelet." I nodded, she always gets that. "Lionel? Would you like something?" She asked softly, as if walking on eggshells.

I turned my head, rolling my eyes and then looked back at him with a smile.

"Cheese, tomato, and onion omelet, thank you." He said slowly, as if talking to a kindergartener.

Ugh, I resisted the urge to jump across the room and strangle him, instead I smiled.

"What about Bailey, Christine?"

Can't ever forget Bailey, I rolled my eyes internally.

"Let her sleep late," she told him, then turned to me. "Get a 20 out of my purse, you can take the car, be careful, Em."

I nodded, "I will, thanks mom."

I got $20 and the keys, walking out of the house, feeling step-loser's eyes on me the entire time, and got into my mom's white Jeep Compass, driving off toward the direction of the restaurant I had seen the day before.