I take my dinner to the kitchen and sit down at the table, removing the chopsticks and the plastic bowl from the bag. The plastic lid comes off and steam flows towards the ceiling. I brake the chopsticks in two and begin to eat. Lily stands behind me with the refrigerator door wide open. It made me quite angry when she got home early. This was supposed to be my night of solitude. Solitude is when I can daydream alone…aloud.

            "That stuff smells disgusting!" Lily moans.

            "You only smell the spices and the leeks. Otherwise, it all smells like normal yaki soba." I reply dryly. The place once again forgot to go light on the leeks, but I eat it anyways.

            Lily comes over and snatches the chopsticks from my hand and picks up a piece of pink Unagi. "Just look at it! It's all wiggly and raw."

            "You've eaten sushi before. It's all wiggly and raw." I say. "You said you liked it."

            "I had to say that. That was the night Daniel took me to a sushi bar." Lily explains. "It was okay, but no something I would eat a second time."

            I sigh and take my chopsticks back. "Will you stop complaining about my meal and get your own?"

            Lily looks at me and curls her nose. She puts her hands on her bony hips and walks off after grabbing some leftover rice omelet and flan from the fridge.

            I finish my top Raman and set the dishes in the sink. I grab a smaller bowl and fill it with rice from the steamer. I take this and my chopsticks to my room. I write a little bit in my journal then lay down on my bed to stare at the ceiling. I let out a huge breath and slowly let time consume me.

            Around nine o'clock, time more voices enter the house. I decide to go downstairs to greet my other sisters, as well as thank Violet for the money. When I reach the main hall, they had already gone to the living room. It takes them a while to notice me standing there.

            "Hey, Misty." Violet says. "Did you find the money?"

            "Yes, thank you." I reply. "I ordered Raman."

            "Unagi Raman." Lily sticks out her tongue again.

            "So that's what that smell is." Daisy comments.

            "Anyways, Misty," Lily begins. "Where is my name and number?"

            "Oh, that." I reach into my jean pocket and take out the slip of paper. "Here you go. He was almost too excited to hand it over."

            Lily snatches it and glances it over. "Well, that means that I'll get more out of it."

            "What are you two talking about?" Violet asks.

            I go to talk, but Lily beats me to it. "There was this hot guy who delivered Misty's take-out. I just simply asked for his name."

            I was caught by surprise when Lily replied first, so my mouth was still hanging open. I slowly close it, but my sisters caught me first. They giggle behind their hands.

            "What's the matter, Misty?" Lily chuckles. "Did you want to keep the number for yourself?" Daisy and Violet laugh louder.

            "Our baby sister is trying to grow up." Daisy mocks.

            "How adorable!" Violet cooed.

            "No," I shake my head. I feel my face flush and my eyes feel hot with on-coming tears.

            "Like, he'd come back to see that?" Lily points at me. "When he's got this," She fluffs her hair. "Standing right next to it."

            "Or this." Daisy raises her hand.

            "Or this." Violet pouts her lip.

            "I didn't say I…" My voice was cut off by the mucus build-up in my throat. I feel the tears coming faster than before. I make a dash for my room as the laughter of my sister's erupts.

            I throw myself on my bed and cry into my pillow. I whale and groan as my shoulders shake and touch my ears from the effort. They always had to tease me! They always had to mock me! Did they have any idea how that made me feel? Did they care how I would turn out in life if they continued their cynical acts? Through all of it though, I kept on asking myself the same question over and over in my head. Why? Why in all of hell did they have to be right?

            That boy would never come back to this house to see me. He would see Lily, Daisy, or Violet before I even tried to put on a smile. How did Lily find out how my mind worked? It didn't matter if this delivery boy was cute or witty. He was a boy, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. I felt special in that one second that he called me Lady. If I only knew he was just being a friendly employee. I am so stupid. Watashi no baka! Honto no baka!

            I cry myself into the night without changing into my pajamas. I doubted I would go down to breakfast the next morning.