A/N: This is a little something I wrote during Bio and French when I was bored. It's got language and like teenage themes or something. I guess it would be kind of inappropriate if you're younger, but read on if you want. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter 1

"Sunny, get down here and finish your homework," Violet screeched up the steps. She was still the same, just older. Her hair was still dark, but longer now. She was taller too. Quigley had the same jet black hair, distant eyes, and he was still a gentleman. Violet was lucky to have him. "Right now, Sunny."

"I'm coming, God," Sunny screamed down the steps, tossing her yellow book bag down the flight of steps and sliding down the wooden railing. She picked up her bag and trudged into the kitchen, plopping down at the kitchen table.

"How was school?" Violet asked, looking up from the bowl of baby food she held in her hand.

"Sucked as usual," came the reply. Sunny said that every time Violet asked.

"You're lucky that you go to school and can learn," Violet said, forcing a spoonful of mushy green stuff into the baby's mouth. "When I was your age…"

Sunny cut her off, "You were on a submarine, Klaus got duped by some stupid girl, and I was dying in a helmet. I know, I was there." She scowled.

"Why are you so damn grouchy all the time?" Sunny gasped at Violet's words. She swore. The only other time that Sunny had her sister swear was at the accident and that was like two years ago and she was still pregnant.

"Je n'aime pas le francais," Sunny said, slamming her French textbook shut. (I don't like French.)

"Pourquoi?" Violet responded. She had taught herself French and inspired Sunny to learn the language as well. (Why?)

"Il est STUPID!" she cried. "I'm done my homework, can I go back upstairs?" (It is stupid.)

"Fine." Violet continued to feed her daughter.

Sunny stomped her way upstairs. She slammed her bedroom door shut and turned on her music. Good Charlotte filled her ears as she turned her computer on.

She logged onto her livejournal and began typing a long and winded entry about how much she hated Violet. She hit submit and picked up her diary, where the more personal stuff was written. She caught herself gnawing on her pen. Old habits die hard, she thought. She scrawled I hate Violet at the bottom of the page and shoved the diary under her pillow.

Sunny signed online. Within seconds, her best friend, Katie, IMed her.

KatieBug12: hey Sunny

RainyDay44: hi Katie

KatieBug12: whats up? hows Vi?

RainyDay44: nmu? Shes … Violet

KatieBug12: nm. lol. awww hows the baby?

RainyDay44: good.

RainyDay44: hows your dog?

KatieBug12: hes fine. Wow, our convos are so boring.

RainyDay44: lol yeah they are.

RainyDay44: OH SHIT!

KatieBug12: ?

RainyDay44: I got blood on the carpet!

KatieBug12: oh gosh, Sunny! Are you cutting again?

RainyDay44: fuck you!

Sunny x-ed out of the conversation box and signed off. She tried to cover up the bleeding and clean up the mess—before Violet found out.

A/N: So that was chapter one. Do you want to read the rest? Review!