"Boxing, really?" Ella complained as we walked into the gym.

"Not really, its more free form fighting, but whatever. Now go suit up." I said, hurrying her along.

"Fine." And she left to go get set up.

"Man, she's needy..." Jacy complained as we put on our gloves. They weren't the big bulky kind, but the kind that looked like the gloves used for bicycling...

"They all are..." I said.

"How did you escape?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

"Riiiighttt..."

"Alright ladies. We are going to have a tournament. If any of you can bit Miss Anderson, they get a full week of no gym class..."Mr. Groves said.

Now, for this unit, we separated girls from guys. The reason? As much as I hate to admit it, at our age, guys were usually stronger then girls. I hate the fact, but it doesn't make it any less true. Of course, I may be the one exception. When Ella was taking ballet and tap, I ran across the street and paid for a bunch of martial arts classes, with money I kept hidden from my parents.

"Let's do this!" I yelled. And so the fights began.

Twenty minutes later, and I had beaten all the girls in the class. That was an all time slow for me... after all, there were only five girls in the class... Why did I do so bad? Ella was staring at me the entire time. She was studying me from her spot on the bleachers. And she was smirking...

"Well. That's it. Looks like..." Coach started, but Ella cut him off.

"Um.. Can I have a go at it?" She asked.

"Um... of course Miss Cole..."

"Thank you. You may want to give us some room..." They all went and sat on the bleachers. And we began to fight.

"Who are you?" She asked, throwing a punch, which I blocked.

"Bailey Anderson." I answered, throwing a punch to her shoulder. She duck and avoided it. She snapped her leg out, aiming for my ankle, but I jumped to the side.

By now she was up again. A few punches later I asked, "How did you learn how to fight like this?"

"My sister. She never went to those dance classes my mother signed us up for she went to some karate thing... she taught me a couple things. And after she disappeared, I went and did the same thing." Awwww my big sister followed in my footsteps. "So, who are you? I know I've seen you before, I just can't put my finger on it..."

"I don't know. We've never met... My mom says I look a lot like my dad, and he used to help out on a bunch of stages back when we live in California, so maybe you saw him..."

"That's not it..." And she pinned me to the ground,

"3...2...1... And she's done." The coach yelled.

"But I do intend to find out..." She stood up and walked into the locker rooms.

Everyone else left and I was still laying on the ground. Jacy walked over to me, "What happened?" She asked, helping me up.

"She knows she's seen me before. She just can't place it..."

"That's not good." She said.

"Hell right it's not." I said back. We walked off into the changing rooms and got changed as fast as we could and met Ella near the doorway. "So next is English..." I said to her.

"Um, Annalise just called. She wants us all in the music wing to rehearse our songs... She said you could come. I can get you out of class if you want..." An oppertunity to get out of English class? What do you think I, the straight A student was going to do?

"Let's go." And I led the way to the music wing, Ella and Jacy following.

"Ella your late! Oh you brought friends..." Emma said, first in a mean tone, then all happy and sweet.

"Hey Em. This is Bailey and Jacy. They're my tour guides and roommates remember..."

"Yes, yes." I knew her well enough to know those yeses meant 'Who the hell are these people?', but I let it slide, "We never got a chance to introduce ourselves properly... I'm Emma Cole. The middle sister..."

"Don't worry, I know who you are." I said, shaking her hand that she extended.

"Everyone does..." She sang. More people know Addison. *Stick tongue out mentally here*, "And your name is..."

"Ad-Bailey Anderson." Crap. "I'm eighteen." She didn't notice the slip up, but Jacy did, and her face was pale white.

"I-I'm Jacy King." Jacy stuttered.

"Jacy, you okay, you look like you saw a ghost..." Ella asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

"She's just a huge fan of the Cole sisters, and seeing you here, just...you must get it all the time, so you know..." I answered.

"Oh of course. Come on, before Annalise has a fit." Emma answered, leading us into the music room.

I looked around at all my sisters... Annalise was up on the mini-stage, messing around with the piano. Evelyn was sitting in a chair, talking with Abigail who was sitting on the ground playing dollies with a little girl. Annabelle was over in the corner, talking on the phone.

The little girl was cute. She had blonde hair and pretty green eyes. She was probably around two or three. She had tan skin, that can only be obtained from hours in the sun. She glance up and her eyes met mine. She smiled, showing off a set of pearly white teeth. She stood up and walked over to me. I kneeled so I was eyelevel with her.

"Who are you?" She asked, cocking her to the side.

"Sweetie, is that how you ask someone your name?" Annalise asked from the piano, not even looking up.

"Sorry mommy." The little girl looked down, but as soon as the sadness came, it disapeared and her head shot up, that smile once again in place, "I'm Diana Colt! I'm three!" She held up four fingers, "Whoops!" She laughed, bringing her fingers back down then sticking up two, then three. "That's better. What's your name?"

"I'm Bailey Anderson." I answered, "Nice to meet you Diana." The little girl giggled.

"Do you want to play dollies with me and my auntie?" She asked, taking my hand and pulling me towards Abigail.

"Sure, I sat down besides Abigail."

"Hi Bailey. I'm Abigail, but everyone calls me Abbs..." I know, I'm the one who started it.

"Hey."

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She squinted a bit.

"Didn't you move into the Lincoln's old house?"

"Yeah..."

"I live next door."

"Oh that's right! With, oh what's her name... Ellen Anderson right? She came over last night, I was out with my sisters, so she and Thomas talked..."

"Yeah, that's my mom." I lied.

"Really, I saw her leaving, doesn't she have blonde hair?"

"Yeah, I take after my dad..." Not a lie. My dad had dark hair and blue eyes, my mom was blonde.

"Oh, well I look forward to meeting him." She smiled.

"He, um, he left us when I was little. We used to live in L.A, after that we moved here to start new."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." She said completely sincere.

"Thanks." And we played dollies.

Let me give you a rundown of my sisters. You have Annalise, she's the super star. She gets whatever she wants and pretty much runs the seven, now six, sisters. She always had a cruel edge to her that came out in a fight. Evelyn was always more down to earth. She still got a lot, but not as much as Annalise. She was shy, so she kind of just stayed in the background. Abigail was the sweet and innocent one of the family. She got almost anything and was only one when Annalise started her career as an actress. Emma, was the diva. She got everything she wanted and more. This is because by the time she was born, Annalise had landed a roll in some old TV show, so our family had a good amount of money to spoil her with. Emma was crueler than Annalise. The difference was, she would wait until she knew the person well enough to figure out if they were a threat to her status. If they were, they were socially dead. Annabelle was just as sweet as Abigail, but she wasn't exactly innocent. She had been my partner in crime... I missed her. Ella was the sweet, innocent and naive one, then again, she was only eight when I left...

"Okay girls. Practice time!" Annalise called.