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Kneecaps, Hollister boys, and *nudge nudge* possums?

P.S. Very important, so you don't get confused.
This is Emma's POV, ok? Ok.
Fo shizzle!

The battle raged around the field, blood spilling everywhere. Snarling echoed up into the sky, which was a dark gray. Surrounded by trees, the field was about a mile wide in every direction. The most shocking revelation was that these were all humans. Or they looked like humans, anyway. All of them had human features, but were battling like animals. Yes, some were on all four, but most of them were just savage. The two sides were barely unlike each other. As bodies fell, the clearing seemed to darken. Heads turned when they heard snarls that were actual feral snarls that couldn't possibly be human sounded.

There, at the base of the clearing, were two tigers. Both of which were covered in metal armor. Behind them, the person they were guarding, and who basically had them on leashes, was emerging from the trees. He had a horrible air about him, though you couldn't see his face. He was covered in a hood, and held a large sword, that looked both deadly and graceful. His mouth, which was the only visible part of his face you could see, was smiling wryly, as if he found the battle before him amusing, then lifted up his sword and charged into battle, screaming an unidentified word that sounded like something from another language.

I woke up, sweat matting my face and my streaked hair. I was panting, as if I had just …never mind.

What was that? Holy shit. That was one of the worst dreams yet. I needed counseling.

I got up, shaking, looking around. Can I even begin to explain my room? The last girl who lived here was goth, and the walls were black. I had made it a point to decorate as much lime green and light green as possible. It actually looks kind of cool, excluding the Incredible Hulk posters I hadn't taken down yet (huge mistake). I mostly had frog crap decorated around the room, since that's about the only green animal on the earth besides the lizard, and they don't make cute beanie babies of lizards.

I heard one of my baby brothers screaming downstairs, and turned toward the bathroom. I should wait until it was over. I looked in the mirror and gasped. It was like I hadn't slept at all. I had bags under my eyes, and my hair…was practically standing up it was so bad. My mouth opened into a wail of despair. It sounded more like a kitten that was constipated, but whatever. I looked (horrified) at my hair brush, and thought that maybe it would be better to deal with the evil twin hag bi-I mean, brothers. I sighed, and went downstairs.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!" one of them (Mick, I think.) screamed as the other pulled back his hair, making his head yank back.

"Dick!!!!!!Owwwww!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, reaching back and punching the older brother ("older" meaning by two minutes) as hard as he could in the face.

Yes, my two brothers are named Mick and Dick. Sometimes I call them Mickey's Dick (even though Mickey Mouse rocks) and Mick Mick Dick Dick or the Dick returns. When my mother decided to name one of the brothers Dick after she had them, I thought that was pretty mean. Now I see that is an extremely fitting name for him, and that she chose wisely. At the moment they are wrestling. Only now, instead of doing it by the table, they were on top of it. Guess what my parents did? Ignored it. Maybe counseling would help me. And my family.

When the two evil twin hag-ahem, brothers- saw me, they gaped and stopped fighting.

I looked back at them, mirroring their expressions. They decided I wasn't worth their time, and went on as if I weren't even there. I turn to the table and say to my ever patient and loving mother,

"How do you put up with this? If I was their mom, I would have chucked them out of here already." Both the boys looked at me with their green eyes and freckled faces. It wasn't fair! Everyone –I'm not kidding here, even my great grandparents- have freakishly bright green eyes. I have a very unusual shade of clear turquoise. Other than that, though, I look pretty much the same as my mom. She has natural brown streaks in her dirty blonde hair, and has a really pretty angular face. Best part-no butt-chin! (Butt-chins are a disgusting-not the small ones, but the really big- vertical line between the chin.)

"Well, I don't really know, Emma. I'm starting to think I should." She said, giving the two a pointed look. They froze, and slowly got off the table. Dad was reading his newspaper at the head of the table, sipping coffee that smelled like crap. I turned to him and put my hand between his eyes and the newspaper (two inches). When he didn't even look up, I sighed and headed for the fridge. I heard my two brothers fighting over the milk, and my mom was shaking an almost empty box of cereal. And my dog, Sunny, shoes that very moment to run in, barking and whining. Sunny is a golden retriever. She jumps up on anything she can find. She ran over to me and licked my hand, her big eys looking up at me and saying, "Hey."

"Sunny, you goof, I was gonna eat with that hand! Yuck." I smiled and bent down, and her tail wagging sped up and she licked my face. My only real friend. I petted her, then got back up and shoved an eggo into the toaster. I waited for 30 seconds, then took it out.

"I'm going." I said, grabbing my book and my backpack.

"Ok. Bye!" my mom called, but I didn't feel like answering.