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Thanx for all the reviews! This is only my second fic, so they're really appreciated! Keep 'em comin! Sorry it took so long for me to update…hehe.. o, also, in my story, the institute is in Westchester, not Bayville. And if anyone has problems with my story, just don't read it! It's as simple as that.

New York City- Maximoff Household

The big, white house on the corner of the street was well known for its loud parties and screaming teenagers. Its inhabitants were known to be self-absorbed party animals, without a care in the world, except for how they looked. The four teenagers always made a ruckus, their two parents just couldn't seem to keep their kids in line, or maybe they just didn't care. No one really knows for sure. Thes people were the type of neighbors that just about the whole neighborhood hated and complained about, yet they didn't seem to care. The Maximoff household was not a well liked bunch. But now they had received a letter and were on their way to Westchester.

(Inside)

Samantha Maximoff, otherwise known as Sam, was upstairs in the bathroom that all four of the Maximoff teenagers share. The other one their parents took for themselves, forbidding the kids to go in there. Wonder what they do in there? Sam smiled. She brushed her chin-length layered platinum hair. Her and her brother Ryan got her father's platinum locks, while her older brother Max and younger sister Caroline got their mother's honey-blonde ones, but they all had blue eyes. Ryan zipped into the bathroom, using his super-speed, stealing her hair-gel right out of her hands.

"Hey! That's mine!" She cried. He slicked back his hair and zipped off. His older brother, Max, was sitting on the couch, flipping through the television channels.

"Guys, we're going to Westchester!" Their vivacious mother, Tabitha, called.

"So, bro, how many chicks you got lined up tonight?"

"Well, there's Sheryl, Melissa…erm, I think her names Jeannie…and Carol…so that makes…four," Ryan concluded, pocketing his sister's hair gel, for touch ups later. "They just can't keep up with the speedster," and with that Ryan zipped out the door to pick up his first date…erm…Sheryl. Just then, a blonde sixteen-year-old girl popped out of a room to Max's right. She plopped down on the couch next to him, and stole the remote, flipping the channel from Baywatch to her favorite soap opera. Her brother groaned and tried to get the remote back, or convince her to at least change the channel.

"But Carly! You don't even know Spanish!" She just shrugged and continued watching her Spanish soap opera. A shout came from the upstairs bathroom.

"Carly, did you use my toothbrush?!" Sam asked, staring in disgust at her now distasteful toothbrush. Downstairs Carly smirked and called back,

"Oh, that was yours?" The door opened and one startled Ryan stumbled back in, as realization hit all four of them.

"Westchester!?" Cried four startled voices, in unison.

AN: I know, another short chappy. But these are just to introduce the characters, once their done I'll get to the good stuff!