I woke with a jolt, the light that came from the window was not sunny, it looked a little cloudy. I sat up with difficulty, forgetting my baby bump for a minute, and looked around my cluttered bedroom. For a moment, I was confused. I couldn't remember where Alex was or what I had done the previous night. I blew the hair away from my face and lifted the thin covers off of me. Rubbing my stomach absentmindedly, I walked over to my bedroom door and turned the door knob. The door opened with a creak, I held the door fast so I wouldn't wake anyone. The light the sky shown through the windows told me that it was early in the morning, I thanked the heavens that my morning sickness phase was over. When I passes Alex's office I heard his feverish typing and smiled, I think he finished his book 12 times and still wasn't happy with the outcome. He'll get it though, he always does. My droopy eyes told me I should sleep for another hour but my stomach told me that my baby was hungry. I shuffled down to the kitchen for a much needed snack. The kids should be out of school soon, it should be one crazy summer. What with Lydia and her "boyfriend" and Isaac fighting with her about him. I flinched just thinking about it.

Isaac and Lydia never used to fight, they were attached at the hip at all times. I remember when they were first born, If Isaac wanted a toy out of the toy box Lydia always new from instinct exactly what he wanted, she still does. Just yesterday afternoon when I was ready to make lunch ( they were home it was a short day) Lydia knew immediately what Isaac craved at that moment probably because she craved that same thing. I opened the cabinet door and the distinct smell of chocolate cookies reached my nose. But, no. It was one thing eating the whole pack of cookies when it was just me eating for my own benefit, I couldn't turn this child into a sugar baby. I quickly and quietly closed the cabinet and tiptoed as best as I could over to the refrigerator. As I opened the door cold air greeted me, the feeling reminded me of Alex's cool touch on my neck. "Fruit salad yummy, yummy." I sang as I grabbed the bowl of fresh fruit on the top shelf. After the thick door closed I was in complete darkness. Looking around the kitchen blindly for a spoon in the dark was tricky business. A sudden idea hit me like a base ball bat. I opened the fridge again and held the door open so the bright light illuminated the kitchen. I silently congratulated myself for my sudden brilliance as I held the door unsteadily open with one socked foot and reached for the sink full of freshly cleaned dishes and silverware.

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I stopped typing immediately as an earsplitting crashing sound ripped me from my imaginary world. I looked around my office startled. I was always amazed that I could get so wrapped up in this book, when I first sat down it was 7:00 p.m. but as I look at the clock now I see that I have been working a full 5 hours, just crazy. Adrenalin pumped through me, It was Evelyn. I ran at inhuman speed down the stairs and into the kitchen, I was so fast my vision blurred. I stopped abruptly as I saw her and switched on the kitchen light. "Oh my god!" I panicked walking over to her and kneeling, my hands fluttered helplessly over her. Evelyn's arm was wrapped around her stomach protectively, she sat on the floor and she was……she was laughing! "Why on earth are you laughing!" I demanded, what could be so funny? She clearly hurt herself doing whatever she was doing. I didn't even hear her go downstairs. "I'm fine!" She laughed merrily, most likely at herself. I raised my eyebrows, taking her into my arms gently and lifting her so I was carrying her bridal style. "What were you doing?" I asked worriedly but I kept my voice down, the kids were still asleep after all.

"I was getting fruit salad and I was too lazy to walk across the room and switch the light on, so I held the refrigerator door open with my foot. As I reached for the," she snorted, "for the spoons in the sink, I fell over." I looked her over carefully as I sat her down in a chair. "Are you okay?" This was serious! Would if she landed on her stomach? "Relax, Hun, I made sure I fell on my butt." she sighed, her voice getting serious. She probably felt my anxiety because she took both of my hands in her warm small ones and squeezed. I finally smiled, "good." I sighed and sat down in the chair next to her. "Would you like any fruit salad?" I asked after a long while of just holding each other's hands in silence. Evelyn shrugged, "Nah, I think I'll go back to bed." I snorted quietly, so quietly she couldn't hear me with her human ears. "So I'll just clean up this big mess then." I looked around at the floor. "You do that, Honey." she yawned, rising from her chair unsteadily. Evelyn still had to get used to being pregnant, that part was clear, she was aware of it but she still had to get used to it. I chuckled as she left the room and looked around the kitchen once more not making a move to clean, I've always hated cleaning.

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I woke from a deep sleep with a frown on my face. Today was gong to be a bad day, I could just tell. I looked over at the clock, I've woken up earlier than I usually did, the alarm didn't even go off. I sat up and stretched my arms. My neck kind of hurt, probably from sleeping the wrong way. I yawned and walked around my room to wake myself up. As I walked past the mirror I noticed my reflection and was immediately disgusted. My raven black hair was annoyingly greasy, which was weird because I just washed it yesterday morning. I snatched an elastic from the dresser and threw my hair up in a messy bun before I left the room. As I passed Isaac's bedroom I heard movement from behind the door, I wasn't the only one awake early. His door opened abruptly as though he knew I was just outside it. "It's going to be a bad day, I can just feel it." I told him flatly, my brother nodded knowingly and shut the door in my face before I could say anything else negative. Rolling my eyes I continued down the hall, walking like a zombie that's been dead for a billion years. "What's your problem?" an amused voice asked. I looked around, It was my sister. "Today's going to be a bad day." I informed her, Mali just laughed. "An how do you know that? Are you hiding an Alice-like power from us?" she teased.

I shook my head. "Isaac feels it too," I sighed, walking away from her. "You're so negative, just like your father sometimes." she giggled, going back to memory lane before I was born, 'The good old days' she always joked. "You don't understand, you're always so happy." I said and walked towards the stairs again. Before I could even blink she was standing in front of me, showoff. "I'm always so happy because I don't believe in bad luck. I believe things happen for a reason good or bad," she gave me a dazzling smile and walked away at human pace, probably to be more dramatic. I sighed, Mali will be Mali, I guess. "You look disgusting." she said over her shoulder and gave me another smile, I snarled at her back but she just laughed.

"Good morning, Star shine!" said a happy Evelyn, she was at the stove flipping pancakes. "want any?" she asked as I sat down at the island in front of her. "No," I felt depressed, it probably had something to do with my bad day suspicions. "Why so 'down on the dumps?'" my mother asked leaning on the counter so we were face to face. I shrugged, "I dunno." I didn't feel like being laughed at again. "Well, maybe this really sweet wonderful pancake your mother has graciously made you will cheer you up." she smiled at me hopefully and I noticed just how big she was getting from the pregnancy, especially around the boob and stomach areas, "Mom? Are you sure this baby is really a baby?" I asked "because, it's making you look fatter and fatter every day." my mother frowned at my very rude comment and looked at her reflection in my spoon. Grabbing a strawberry I watched her face change from hurt to very annoyed. Sometimes it was funny playing with my mom's weirdo pregnancy hormones, yeah, I know it's mean, but sometimes funny. "Just eat your pancakes , Skippy." she snapped. I smiled a little and speared a piece with my fork. "And then go take a shower, your hair looks disgusting!" My smile broadened, touché.

I decided to wear something comfy and casual to school today, again. Ever since I've been dating Brendon I laid back on the ridiculously uncomfortable guy catching clothes and wore jeans almost every single day, not that any other guy except Brendon would look at me. All of his friends are forced by Brendon to at least pretend to like me, which is no loss on my part, they are all dumb asses anyway. I liked to mix up my top and bottom selections for outfits, I really had no choice, my mom and dad were running low on extra cash lately. It's because dad is taking so long publishing his book, I hear from some good sources (Mali) that his editor is about to come down to our house and kick his butt if he doesn't send in the rouge draft to be edited. Oh, well, I'm doing pretty well surviving on my never ending supply of jeans and, like, ten tee-shirts. After many minutes of thinking I decided to mix it up a little, I threw on knee shorts over the fishnet stockings I found in my sock drawer. I searched feverously for my pink studded belt and a random tee-shirt. I grabbed the nearest pair of earrings from my dresser and ran a hand through my still wet hair.

When I saw Isaac as I walked past the living room I smiled, he too had mixed up his outfit today, I know that sounds kind of gay but it's true. He wore his black Tripp chain pants and an over sized "Koffin Kats" tee shirt, which I've only witness him wearing on the weekends, he wanted to fit in at school more than I did and almost everyone classified this band 'sucky because it's emoish', this was a big step for him. "Hey there, womb mate." I said sitting next to him. He looked up and raised one eyebrow at me, "th- that's just w-w-weird." "weird is my middle name." I replied slyly, "Are you both on a mission to frighten your classmates?" my father teased from the doorway, Isaac and I jumped. I hadn't even heard him walk down stairs. I smiled at him, this of coarse, was a rhetorical question. My parents never had a problem with our style choices, if they did they'd be hypocrites. Besides, it's mostly their fault, the gothlyness is in our blood and almost all of the old family photos. We like to joke around with Mali saying she's like the niece on the 'Munster's' since she refuses to wear anything black, pink is her absolute favorite color.

When I reached school the dread of the bad day suspicion heaped apon both me and Isaac once again. I think we were both a little physic because before we reached my locker I could see Elli slumped up against it, I can't explain how bad she looked. Her hair was tied carelessly into a messy bun, (don't let the name 'messy bun' fool you! It takes a long time to make it messy and just perfect) her usual flawless make up was gone. It must have got lost last night or she threw it all out sleepwalking, because, Elli loves her makeup. When Isaac and I approached her I noticed that her eyes were red and puffy and she looked like she was ready to explode with tears. "Elli, what the-" I stammered. "Ron broke up with me!" she squeaked. I knew it, today was just going to be one of those weird bad days and I'm totally prepared to gloat when I get home and see Mali.

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