A cool breeze cooled my head as I chowed down on a Milky Way on my way home from the store. I was walking as slow as possible without actually stopping. I think I saw a glacier move past me but no snails, yet. That would have just been pathetic.

I was beginning to hate everything. Dad because he forced this new that I despised upon me and married "Jen". Jennifer because she thinks I would actually go to her if I needed help. Please, I would rather throw myself off a cliff and fall two hundred feet to the big pointy rocks than talk to that woman about anything. Kady and Aimee because they were adults, by law anyway, and didn't have to listen to what parents told them to do. And by the way, they didn't listen. Mom because of the stupid book she was writing. Francie because at least Allison relied on her for comfort and security and love. How pathetic am I if I hate my teen mother best friend because she has a baby? I even hated the Milky Way bar because it was so damn delicious.

I finally made it home and was like two feet inside the doorway before Mom yelled out, "Sydney, is that you?"

Damn, that woman was good. "Yeah, Mom. It's me." I called back.

Mom flew into the foyer, grabbing me and practically squeezing the life out of me. Then the next second, she let me go and had on her I'm-gonna-kill- you look. "Where were you Sydney Anne Bristow?"

Did she really not know? I mean Mom could be forgetful at times to forget that her daughters weren't at the house because they were at their father's wedding was a little ridiculous. "The wedding, Mom."

"I know that Sydney. I mean where were you after? Both Kady and Aimee made it home before you."

Crap. I spent so much freaking time wandering about that my sisters who actually stayed at the damn wedding made it home before me. How freaking slow was I walking? Oh yeah, slower than a glacier. I remember now. "I went to the store." I held up the plastic bag just to prove my point even more and then as an afterthought, the Milky Way wrapper in my other hand. Note I said wrapper, the chocolate was long gone.

Mom studied the contents in my hand and then me in general. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Just great, another chapter. I wonder what this one will be called. Sydney's addiction to chocolate? No, too stupid. Sydney going to the store in that horrible bridesmaid's dress? No, too strange. I know, Sydney ditching a wedding and then going to the store to buy chocolate in a bridesmaid's dress.

At long last, she nodded, "Alright. Go upstairs and change, dinner will be ready soon." And with that last comment, she turned on her heel and headed back to the kitchen.

I trudged up the stairs, thankful that she didn't confiscate my chocolate or soda, which she had a habit of doing. I wonder if she realized that today had been hell and the junk food gave me comfort. Nah, more likely she was too wrapped around the idea that her ex-husband had remarried to even notice I had the junk food.

Once in my room, I pulled of the giant heels and tossed them in the corner where they would lie forgotten for years. And I mean years. Next I ripped, literally, the dress off. It has a giant rip in the back but does it look like I give a damn? I am never putting that thing back on if my chocolate depends on it. No wait, I take that back. I would wear the dress for my chocolate. God, I'm pathetically addicted to chocolate. I grabbed some comfy tack pants off the floor and riffled through a drawer to find a shirt. I just want to add that I was wearing underwear and a bra under the dress. I don't go stripping nude even in my own room.

"Sydney! Dinner's ready!"

"Coming!" I yelled, back, pulling a tank top over my head. Quickly I grabbed the plastic bag and shoved it in my sock drawer. It would stay safe there during dinner until I had the time to stash it in my actual hiding place. I picked up a scrunchie and bounded down the stairs while pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

Mom smiled when I entered the dining table. What did I do now? I wondered taking my usual seat at the table. Mom was at the head, Aimee at the foot and Kady and I on the sides of the table. It had been like that ever since Dad moved out.

"Why'd you ditch Dad's wedding?" Aimee asked, rather pointedly.

Mom glared at Aimee across the table but I didn't take offense to her rude comment. I had expected it. I was actually wondering why it took her so long to ask it. Normally, she would have barged into my room and asked that question, not wait until the dinner table. "Because," I answered, taking a piece of bread from the plate in the center of the table.

"Because why?" Aimee persisted.

"Because I felt like it," I answered, buttering the bread.

"You felt like it?" Aimee echoed. God, she's turning into Jennifer with that damned echo thing.

"What are you, the new mom around here? It's not like we need another one," I shot back, hoping that it would shut her up.

It did. But got Mom on my case at the same time. Note to self: Just shut your mouth during dinner and say nothing. "Sydney, don't talk to your sister like that."

She started it, the four year old in me answered. "Yes, Mom," I mumbled. "And Aimee, I can deal with Sydney just fine, thank you." Go Mom. Finally someone tells Aimee to shut up and mind her own business. Aimee has a real problem with keeping her nose out of things that don't include her.

Dinner was pretty much silent after that. Except for the occasional "pass the butter" or scraping of forks on the plates. I have always hated that noise when your fork hits the plate and then when you move it a little bit and the loud squeaking noise that just makes you want to scream. Aimee knows this and made it her mission of the night to scrape her fork across her plate as often as she freaking could. I won't repeat what I was silently calling her.

After dinner, I flopped down on the couch and claimed the TV in my name for the night. I smiled grandly when I noticed that one of my favorite TV shows was on and settled into my TV watching mode. In other words, I became like a statue and ignored everything in the world around me until commercial.

Kady came into the family room sometime during the show and she was wise enough not to say anything until the commercials came on. Or she did say something and I just didn't hear her. Either way, the important thing was that she was in the room. "What are you watching?"

"Charmed," I answered.

Kady nodded. "Yeah?"

Okay, weird question but I wasn't in the mood to ask why she asked it so I just said, "Yeah." She didn't say anything for a moment, so I continued the conversation, "So why aren't you out at a party or something?"

"I'm waiting for my ride." She answered.

Ah, finally a reason for the meaningless small talk that was not something that either of us did well. "Oh," I said, fiddling with the remote buttons and waiting for the commercials to end.

"Do you want to come with?"

Okay, that got my attention. Kady never invited me along with her. Either she's on something or she sensing that I am in need of human contact. More likely she's on something. I shook my head, "Nah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yep." Truth is, I never had the desire to meet Kady's friends. The ones that I did meet always seemed to be high and kept laughing at like the wall. Not really how I wanted to spend my Sunday evening. Which brings up another question, who the hell has a party on a Sunday? Am I crazy to think that a party on a Sunday is a little extreme? Or am I just that lame because I didn't get the whole partying scene like my sister?

The doorbell rang and Kady fled the house faster than I had ever seen her do so before. That must be a killer party that she was going to. I don't mind parties, I just prefer staying at home because of several things.

One, most of the time, everybody at the party gets drunk off their ass. Call me a good-girl if you must, but I don't drink. Two, I have no one to go with. The only friend I would go with can't because she has a baby to take care of and no guy had asked me out since last year. I think I scared them all away by punching that guy in the face because he asked me out. I wasn't really in the best mood because my dad had just moved out and the guy's cheesy pick up lines were not helping. Three, I would have nothing to wear. Flaky, I know but one look in my closet and you will never doubt that I wasn't a party girl. Everything I owned covered my belly, butt, and boobs. The three B's. I don't like how girls now-a-days don't wear actual clothes. Not everyone wants to see that, you know what I mean? Four, the loud music at parties always gives me a headache. I like my head when it's not pounding, as I'm sure most people do. And the list goes on and on.

After Charmed was over and I had pretty much rotted my brain with two hours of Comedy Central, I switched off the TV and headed upstairs. The first thing I did was grabbing another chocolate bar out of the bag and taking a giant bite out of it. Then I grabbed the bag and stashed it in my closet behind my shoes. Sure that my chocolate and soda were safe, I made my way over to my desk. When I spotted the open binder and book, I smacked myself in the forehead. Homework. I had homework and lots of it.

With another sigh and bite of my chocolate, I sat down at my desk and started working on my unfinished homework. I had a nasty habit of leaving all of my homework until the Sunday night before. I believe they call it procrastinating. Yes, that it what they call my lack of doing things right away.

I think it took me four whole hours to finish off all of my homework. My hand hurt and I was starting to see double of things but my homework was done. With my eyes half open, I stumbled into bed and promptly shut off the light. Sleep came easily and swiftly.

Too bad it had to be ruined by Monday morning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed either, or Comedy Central. Damn you lawyers that make me write things that I don't mean. And I still own Vaughn! I do, I do, I do! Grrrr, I just lost my place at step two. Back to square one where I still believe that I own Vaughn, cause I do. : )

angryapplepie- "ooshes?" lol. it sounds hilarious. Yeah, I'm the same way about chocolate, but I have yet to steal it from a baby. Note that I said yet.

x3Tinkerbell07- Thanks, now I have support in my in ability to change a title because I'm so lazy. At least think that's what you're agreeing with. If not, let me know.

largemarge416- Okay, next chapter I swear Vaughn is coming in. I swear it on my chocolate. hehe!

moni- Next chapter. Vaughn in coming in the next chapter.

Lil Aussie Alias Chick- Just so you know, I have nothing against people in Australia. I know people that live there and they are the coolest. I want to go to Sydney(the city) sometime but unfortunately for me, I am dirt poor. I could go into some "I'm so poor..." jokes but I won't.

cg's-gal-72689- Yeah, I like the bozo hair. Have you noticed that they somehow always make a reference to the bozo hair in the show?

morriseylover- A long as you don't start calling me "juice!" girl, I'm fine. I'm glad you loved the second chapter. I wasn't all that proud of it.

dolphingurl1- Thanks, I'll post more as soon as I can.