Omg! It's so saddening how un-loyal people at these days:'(….I've read through a couple people's bios and stuff and people are starting to stop writing Beyblade fics! They're starting to obsess over Naruto and replacing Kai with Sasuke….which isn't that bad…cause I do love Naruto….but- but…still! KAI! Where's the loyalty in today's youth!...but I guess people change…:(…I hate change…haha, I guess the problem lies with me because I'm too sentimental and refuse to let go of things…lol o well, I like myself like that, don't plan on changing.
KaiKai, it's okay don't be sad I'll always love you
Kai:…-.-' I'd rather you just forgot me
But I could never! Sentimental lil girl here! Hello!
Kai:…you give me a headache.
Hehehe:P….well sry the update took like a month…lol…It's summer and I was too lazy to change the lil pictures in my head into words:P Anyway, this chapter originally had lyrics…but I took them out…and the flashback was not written by me but my friend (cause I was just too incredibly lazy to do it), the one and only…what's-her-face!
SO:…you forgot my name…didn't you?
No…no I didn't!...-shifty eyes-…shut up!
Disclaimer: me no own.

Chapter 9 - Things are never how they seem
-insert lyrics- …something too lazy to look it up so whatever:P

I woke up and immediately my eyes hurt, they burned. I felt like I had a hangover but don't, just tired…really, really tired, and the fact that I didn't want to even think about going to school added to my tiredness. Plus I had the weirdest dream… people were like tucking me into bed.. Shudders, scary thought right there.

Ummm...I looked at the time; six fifty….too much in a dead-like state to get up... just gonna rest my eyes for ten more minutes…I let my head fall back onto my pillow, and as soon as it did I dozed off again.

Seven twelve… eh, five more minutes… I'll just have to get dressed faster…

Seven twenty three... Two more minutes so it'll be a nice divisible number… I'll just skip breakfast...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Eight o four… one more minu- wait? My head shot up again checking the clock properly. "AHHHH! DAMN IT!" I should put on the snooze button next time, instead of just turning the clock off. Great, late before I even leave the house.

I know I should be bolting out of bed right now…but…I'm too drained, what time exactly did I fall asleep yesterday night? Hell, I'm already late…what difference does it make how much I rush now?

I crawled out of bed, with my eyes closed and my head facing the ground. Slowly I moved my hands forward then my legs. As they say, slow and steady wins the race…of course if the race was to see who can get to school on time…well then I've already lost…

Somewhere down the hallway I took a short rest, where I leaned against the wall and toke another short nap….when I woke up first period was over. I was going to get into shit for this…hahahaha… I'm in such a weird state I find that funny right now…

After I had left the house I had gained some energy, not much though but usually in these situations I'd gain energy as the day droned on.

I was so sloppily put together. Random beige pants…that I wasn't too sure were clean...but let's not tell anyone. Wrinkled up ordinary turquoise shirt…I'm sure someone's going to comment on the clashing but whatever. My hair was put up messily into a bun.

I attempted to run….but if I couldn't on normal days, what are the chances a half asleep me could accomplish such wonder? Zilch.

I stepped into class looking like a train wreck. Hair, all over my face, bags under my eyes, slouched over like I was going to fall over soon.

"You're late," my math teacher informed me. "You've missed part of our lesson."

Yeah, and I'm sure you were talking about some sort of conspiracy or how to pick a lock...again, he seriously talked about how to pick a lock once. "I'm sorry, I overslept."

"Okay, take out your math book we're taking up the homework." That's the thing I never got about him. He gave out the answers to last night's homework…before he checked if you did it, so people who didn't, have the whole class to do it and get the right answers from him. The only thing is that I don't get it so I can't show the steps and if I just writing the answers he'll know I didn't really do it…he's not that dumb.

I sat down right as the intercom came on with a 'beep.'

Then a lady's voice filled the classroom. "Mr. Makatasho you may bring your class down now."

Bring your class down? For what!

"Okay, thank you." He responded. "Everyone in a single-fill line please quietly. And take down the homework just in case we don't come back in time afterwards!" The all got into something that was sorta like a double-fill line… but the quiet part just didn't stick at all, not that the teacher cared much. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that heard his last sentence about homework.

"How do I look! How do I look!" Girls all around were asking, looking into their mirrors…applying make-up… don't tell me that, that's today….please no…

A girl squealed. "Today's going to be great! I'm going to look great for the pictures this year."

Oh, god. It is. Picture day… I did describe to you what I look like today, didn't I? Like shit. Magnificent. One day I actually managed to look even worst then usual and it's picture day…Whoopi! The chain of bad luck continues.

I groaned. I hate being in pictures.

We all entered the 'cafetorium.' Poor school, couldn't afford a cafeteria and an auditorium so they made it into one and called it the 'cafetorium' great isn't it? (only going to call it a cafetorium when it's used as something besides a cafeteria, if they're just eating in it I'm just gonna write cafe cause its faster)

There were still people from the classes that came before us wandering about, the room was pretty filled.

Everyone was so excited for the pictures they rushed into the line. Me, on the other hand, slowly made my way to the very end of the line, as I did I passed Rei, who just couldn't pass up this opportunity to comment on how I look.

"Wow, you look like crap." Wow, that charming mouth of his must really rake in the girls.

"Why, thank you." I answered deadpanned.

"Don't worry these pictures will fit nicely with the ones you've taken every other year."

"That's makes me feel a lot better." I said monotonously then walked away from his crowd of people.

As I keep walking towards the end of the line, I kept hearing this voice….this annoying…high-pitched shriek. Erg, what is that!

"Celie!" I finally made out the word. Oh god. Don't look back, act normal… ignore her…just keep walking…just keep walking!

But to continue walking was sort of difficult when there was suddenly a wall of girl blocking me... big girls, rugby girls. One pointed behind me so I turned around. After a little while Britney finally caught up.

"Thanks for stopping her," she said happily. They all nodded then walked away, just to show you how much Britney was taking over. She was starting to dominate some of the higher grades.

I toke a deep breath. I wanted to yell, to scream at her so badly but the words I thought of just weren't coming out. Instead a smile was automatically plastered back onto my face and a sweet; "Hi, how are you?" came out of my mouth.

"Hi! I'm good…ummm…what about you?" she was awfully gung-ho for someone who had cause a huge gap in a family, not that we were a very close family to begin with. She was like this family's own personal Yoko Ono. (my sister is currently listening to a lot of The Beatles...and yeah, don't comment on that:P)

"I'm…a…"……"Fine."

"Oh that's good to hear," she didn't seem to notice the pause before the word 'fine' and how much I struggled to say it. "I was afraid that you'd be mad about…you know." She said still cheery, which made me want to rip her head off even more. Of course I was! Who wouldn't be!

"Since every thing's okay with us, let's go take our pictures! Okay?" why did she assume every thing's okay? I said I'm fine, not we're fine.

How much I wanted to yell NO! but like I told you…I have a problem with that word. "Uh…alright." I said awkwardly but she didn't notice or didn't care that what I was saying wasn't sincere.

"Wonderful!" she clapped her hands then grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the front of the line.

"Umm…the end of the line's back there."

"Oh, someone will let us go in front, don't worry." She was acting awfully friendly, awfully clingy. Which is wonderful, she's the last person I want to be with, the last person I want to see, talk or even think about yet she' the one dragging me around and acting all chummy with me. How ironic.

She sat down to take her picture first. Looking perfect as usual, she toke her poses for the shots. She's so photogenic. She could be a model…better yet an actress she's already great at the lying thing down.

In contrast I…suck at this picture thing. It's awkward. Sit like this, turn a little, stay still, smile. I am not a dog, stop giving me orders! I've never smiled for these things; I guess it really captures me, and how I feel. Unhappy and bitter. I can't put up with this crap; I do not want the results of these photos. Of course it couldn't be any worst then the last couple of years… My last three photos from middle school were just hideous.

Grade six: weird extremely short hair yet long bangs, I don't know what was up with that but basically it resulted in not being about to see half my face.

Grade seven: in the middle of a smile yet not quite, eyes partially closed, so I looked like I was in the middle or about to sneeze. That photographer just had the WORST timing in the world 'cause he took about three shots like that!

Grade eight: Ohhh, this was the worst of the three, plus it was put into the yearbook with comments that people read, so they actually saw the picture. You see…I'm allergic to seafood, I didn't know because I wasn't always, I developed it somehow or whatever and that day at lunch I just so happened to eat fish...so I was congested, very itching…and swelled…oh, I swelled soooo much but I didn't know and no one told me obviously, people stared, laughed but no one said a word. It wasn't any serious reactions, I wasn't wheezing, no nausea, no shortness of breath, just a bit itchy so I had no clue anything was wrong, so I took the picture…and yeah burned it afterwards. Of course everyone saw it, yearbook, and it was also put onto my school identification card. That was a great last year at that school, one I will surely never forget, I was a human blowfish after all.

"Come on!" Britney said, yanking me away once again. Why does she want to hang out with me today? Just seeing her face is pissing me off.

"I have to go back to math class."

"You have Mr. Makatasho don't you?"

"Yeah…" she'd know that…how?

"Well, he won't even notice that you're gone then! Come on let's go have some fun!" she didn't really give me a choice pulling me off towards the back of the school.

"Where are we going?"

"Just going to hang out, no where special."

Yes, nowhere special indeed, just a dirty old alley with a bunch of drugged-up-smokies, and Melissa, I was wondering how long it would be until she showed up.

I kept coughing as I breathed in some of the smoke. Just being here must be destroying my health; of course she didn't care much. I'm going to die of second-hand smoke.

There was a bunch of guys and a couple of girls hanging out in this alley. They were all so dead, unfriendly, dull…stoned looking. Britney took a cigarette from one of the others and put it into her mouth. She must be one lucky girl or have some great plastic surgeons 'cause those cigarettes don't seem to be taking much effect on her looks.

Britney seemed to be the life of the party; she started all the conversations and ended them all the same way... with something to do with Enrique.

"Yeah, that party was like so wild!" she started to giggle. "Enrique was so sweet, he bought me roses and this bracelet!...and we had some 'fun' upstairs..hehe Strip poker is great! It was our one month anniversary!" She was so giddy, showing the bracelet; it made me sick, it made me want to slap her. One month anniversary?...were they really dating for that long? I really didn't notice for a whole month! I'm so stupid sometimes I'm surprise that I'm still alive.

"Oh and last week, he brought me shopping! Ah! I. love. Shopping. Oooh and he's such a good kisser!" God, please stop. Please. I'm sorry for whatever bad things I've ever done in the past…but please get her to stop. I can't stand this. Why is she telling me these stories? Why is she torturing me! Does she have like no common sense at all! Why the hell would I ever want to here these things about my brother! Should I care that he's a good kisser? That is just something that a person doesn't want to know about their own brother.

"Celie, are you listening to me!"

"Yeah…" unfortunately, I've never mastered blocking out your voice.

"All of your other brothers are great! They've been sooo nice! We all hang out sometimes! You're family is so great! Enrique is the best thought! He calls like everyday and he listens to everything I have to say." She sighed in a loved-dazed sort of way. She's acting like a love sick puppy, and it was making me sick. This was so unlike her uncaring, going to get with as many guys as possible then dump them way. She usually has all control; this seems like an actual relationship.

Enrique's never been so sweet to all his other girlfriends, he doesn't usually call them, they call him. He definitely didn't go shopping with any of them, he hates it. He didn't get any of them anything and never remembered any sort of anniversary. He kind of just stayed with someone till he got bored but this doesn't seem the same. This could be bad…for me. I could live with this being a sort of fling or whatever but for it to be some long term relationship?... I don't think I could survive.

But why wouldn't Britney be obsessing over him? From the way she's describing him, he seems perfect. Almost too good to be true. Is he really this sweet caring guy and I didn't know it? I was too caught up in myself to ever notice?

'All hang out sometimes'? Heh, in one month she's gotten closer to all my brothers then I ever have or could in my whole life. That's really sad, she probably knows more about my brothers then I do. I don't know anything about my own brothers. I don't know the people I grew up with…but this floozy that just popped into their lives out of nowhere probably knows everything. That hurts, to know I'm losing them before I really even got to know them. It hurts every time she talks about them, my heart sinks every time she brings up how much time they spent together and how well they all get along. And I can't fight the pain.

She talked all through what should have been my math class. I wish I had gone to math class, I'd so rather have been listening to him rant on about how the justice system sucks instead of listening to her rant about how fantastic Enrique is.

She's now dragged me to lunch where we're sitting in the middle of the 'popular' kid's table. It should be called the bitch table. No one was eating here; I guess it was just something they had to sacrifice for their figures.

Britney…seriously, she just couldn't stop talking today. I can't stand it. I'm trying so hard to just smile and bare it, but it's so hard.

"You're life is like soooo perfect Britney!" one of the others girls commented. That she was so right about. She has everything she's ever wanted.

"Not really. Actually my life is really hard. My mom forces me to do things, she says that I'm spoiled and should do more around the house instead of ordering others to do it." Ha her mother is right on the money, I knew I always like her. Her father on the other hand is the one that spoiled her to such an extreme level.

"That's soooo like harsh. I mean what kind of mother would like call their own like daughter like spoiled!"

"I know. I do my part around the house and in the community." Yeah your part making everyone suffer. God, she was doing it again…complaining. I buried my face into my hands. Shut up… I kept fidgeting, moving my hands over my ears. Shut up. I started hitting my head against the table. She's driving me crazy! I'm going to hurt her soon!

All the anger from the other day was flowing back into me now. My hands started to shake again and my breathing deepened.

"Celie," Why does she keep wanting to make sure I'm listening to her? Fucking hell just get out of my life already!

"Shut up." I whispered.

"Excuse me?" she asked, not sure if I said what she heard.

"Shut. Your. Fucking. Trap." I said louder, turning to face her. I'm fed up with this, fed up with her. I'm not taking this shit anymore. Screw you!

The table went silent.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yeah, a spoiled up snob that finds enjoyment in making other people miserable!" I yelled at her. The whole cafe went silent, probably because no one could believe anyone would say such a thing about 'sweet-innocent-little-Britney.' Pfft, as if she's ever been any of those things.

"What!" she yelled.

"You heard me. I'm so tired of this, so tired of pretending I care, so tired of listening to you talk about how you do this and that, and about how much you help people. You don't, everything you say is such a lie, it's so fake and you're a fake!"

"You better rethink what you're saying to me."

"No! You can't order me around anymore! You're not that great, and even if you were being great must suck then. All you do is complain and whine about how great you're life is! You're so damn egotistic! Me this, me that. You just think you're the queen of the world and that everyone should bow down to you. Sorry to be the one that has to tell you this but that ain't gonna happen."

"Cecilia that's not very nice of you." She said still sounding nice and innocent, still acting.

"Whatever, I don't care what you say or think. All those things you said to me over the years, all those stupid comments, I don't care about them anymore. I've licked my wounds and carried on."

"Cecilia," she said sweetly, "We're friends, there's no need for mean words-"

"Cut the crap! Stop trying to be nice and sweet, I know the real you. All these people may be too stupid to notice but I see right through your little act."

"Why, I have no clue what you're talking about." She denied it, blinking more then usual which brought out her long innocent looking eye lashes.

"I'm talking about how you act nice so that everyone will fall into your trap! How you compliment and makes nice with people to climb the social ladder then behind their backs spread rumors and destroy relationships."

Her eyes darkened and she glared at me, almost as if to say 'tell them anything and I swear you're dead.' Whatever she couldn't do anything to me 'cause these people can think whatever they want! I don't care if they don't like me, if they think I'm a freak, that's their problem!

"I haven't done anything of the sort."

"Oh, what about Melissa's hair? It just so happened to end up purple? No, I saw you switch the bottle. You also spread all those rumors about Cynthia having had a boob job just because her popularity was growing higher then yours. And Maddie's boyfriend? You kept telling her to break up with him because he was supposedly "uncool" and then when she did even though she really didn't want to; you went out with him in secret. I could just go ooon and ooon."

Her eyes darkened, she glared at me. She wasn't just going to stand there and take this that was obvious. "I don't know what you're attempting to do, but you better shut the hell up before I decide to make you're life a living hell." She whispered darkly to me but some people around us heard too.

"Don't you get it? I don't care what you do! I'm tired of dealing with you and pretending to be something I'm not! This is me, and I'm not going to hold back what I think anymore! You're just a bitch, plain and simple."

She growled she was getting angry and letting it take over just like I had done last night. And when you get angry you can't control what comes out of your mouth…I learned that the hard way. "I'm sorry that you're jealous of me but it's not my fault you have no personality and no one seems to like you. Heh, face it you're nothing but a pain to everyone around you, especially your brothers, and you know it." She smirked, she liked hitting people where it hurt.

"And so the real you has immerged." I was actually quite calm now, watching her destroy her own popularity.

"The real me? Ha, stop with that bullshit, no one believes your little lies. Right girls?" she asked looking at the people at the table.

No one answered her question…they were all silent.

"D-Did you really do those things?" one of them asked.

"Are you questioning me! What- Don't tell me you believe her! You trust this- this pitiful nobody! Heh, maybe you should join her in the loser department!" she yelled before she could stop herself. People were seeing her not-so-nice side for the first time. People were seeing the truth now.

"She's right, Britney, you are a bitch! You did go out with Jake after you forced me to break up with him didn't you!"

"I-I didn't do anything."

"You're such a slut." Another commented.

"A boob job? You told me Carol started that!"

"Well-….ummm…" Wow for once…Britney's at lost for words.

"You know what? You go hang out in the loser department! Don't ever come near any of us again. From now on you don't exist."

"But-"

"Get out of our face, loser!"

"Freak!"

"Melissa…"

"Save it, backstabber." Melissa answered turning her head away; someone has finally cut Melissa free of her chain.

And just like that all her friends were turning their backs on her, but I guess she had it coming. For once she's getting a taste of her own medicine. It was like the domino effect, I started it and now everyone's joining in.

This time a smirk appeared on my face. I have to admit, this feels good.

I walked away as they continued to yell and accuse Britney, at this point almost everyone in the cafe had joined in. It's funny how quickly people can turn against each other. But she's done wrong to so many people, they could be here all lunch and people still wouldn't be done.

I was skipping through the hallways. God, I love this feeling. I can't even begin to explain how it feels. It's like I'm floating on air, I need to dance and sing of joy, and I would if I knew how to dance or sing.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I heard growled from behind me I turned just to see a blond blob coming at me then I hit the ground, crushed under Britney.

"What the hell! Get off me." I struggled to push her off.

"I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU!" she screeched into my ear while continuing to attack me. She was pulling my hair and attempting to strangle me to death.

I rolled slightly to my right, so that she wasn't so on me. I brought my legs up just enough to use them to push her away. Her fingers finally released my throat. I held my neck breathing hard. Who knew she could attack with such force? I slowly got up leaned up against a locker. "What the hell is your problem? You nearly killed me!"

She was still lying on the ground. She seemed more freaked out then I was. Her eyes wide open and her whole body seemed to shake uncontrollably. She was laughing?...like a crazy women. "What's my problem? What's my problem! You are!" her voice boomed through the hallway. "You just fully wreck everything that I've spent my life building up!"

"I'm sure it wasn't that hard ordering people around and making people feel like shit. It's just popularity, you'll live." Heh, I don't plan on sympathizing with you if that's what you want.

"Popularity is all I had."

"Stop, just stop. You're always complaining about life, there's nothing wrong with it. You are the luckiest person ever. So stop complaining 'cause all you want is more attention."

"Yeah, I guess I always wanted more attention…but you wouldn't get why." She said slowly getting up.

"I wouldn't get why? Wow, you really don't know anything about me."

"Don't know anything about you? I know you have five brothers that would do just about anything for you."

"Do anything for me? You've got to be kidding. Where are you getting this info from?"

"But they're there when you get home, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but-"

"And they're there when you wake up, right?" she interrupted me, looking at the ground, her hair covering most of her face, her eyes dazed out. I've never seen her like this. She doesn't seem perfect anymore…she actually…reminds me of…myself…?

"…yeah…."

"Well then you're the lucky one."

"What are you talking about?"

"I come home to an empty house everyday. There's never anyone there when I go to sleep or when I wake up. I can't stand that house; there isn't a single noise there ever."

"What about you're parents? The ones that bring you just about everywhere? You've traveled just about the whole world!"

"Yeah…by myself. They say they want to bring me places but they never do."

"But you're parents are retired."

"Yeah, they don't even ditch me for work. They don't have a real reason to leave me. It's always some stupid shit. Friends in town, have to go golfing, spa appointment, random honey moon get away. And then I just end up going alone…"

"Pfft, whatever. I'm sure you could have brought a friend or something."

"I could have, but let's face it I don't have real friends they only hung out with me because they wanted to be popular…and I'm only popular because I'm rich and supposedly have the 'perfect life.' If they found out some sort of weakness they would have just used it against me. That's the kind of friends I have…or had."

…What does a person suppose to say to that? So her life wasn't as perfect as I thought, still didn't give her a right to hurt other people.

"Just because your personal life isn't all that great, doesn't give you the right to be mean to others."

"And it gave you the right?"

"What does that suppose to mean?"

"You think you're life isn't all that great right now, so you decided to take it out on me."

"That's because you're the reason why my life's not that great right now!"

"Forget it, you'll never get that you're the one with the perfect life. You're never alone, though you may think you are…You're the one that doesn't get it…"

"Doesn't get what! What don't I get? By all means please, fill me in on how I have the good life! Tell me how I can be ignored by the world, teased, and pushed around and still have the perfect life? Tell me how I could have you on my back, bitching at me, and still have this perfect life?"

"You aren't ignored by the world, I told you that!…and I've always been mean to you… because… because … I've always been jealous of you! I always wanted your life…your family. Tired to take it too…" Jealous?...her? of 'pitiful' me?...I detect a lie.

"Jealous? What's there to be jealous of? My extreme stupidity? My lack of style…my lack of looks? My low-to-zero self-esteem?"

"…When we meet, I saw Rei and the way he was always there...just there, standing beside you, making sure you were okay. And when we got older, he wasn't always standing beside you but he was always around, somewhere nearby. So I wanted him, just because I wanted someone to look after me but he'd never so much as look me way because he was too busy looking after you… Maybe you're the one that should start appreciating what you've got."

...Rei…looking after…me?... I… I-I don't…remember that. "You got Enrique now, don't you? So what does it matter?"

"Not really, he doesn't care about me. He made a mistake, so he isn't perfect, no one is. It took me so long to get him just because he didn't want to hurt you…so he did think about you, he always thinks about you first."

"Yeah but you guys are the perfect couple now aren't you?...from what I've heard from you at least."

"No, he never did any of those things. I made it all up. You were right, I am a fake…I just wanted you too hurt, make you feel as lonely as I do everyday of my life…"

She was sounding more and more like me by the second. It was starting to get scary.

She finally looked up; her eyes were red and full of tears. "Oh, and he broke up with me this morning, just to let you know…" The tears finally fell from her eyes and ran down her cheek. She then took off full speed before I even had time to react.

That was such a hard concept to grasped, Britney, imperfect family, imperfect friends, imperfect life, just plain defective actually.

I feel kind of bad now… I didn't really know her at all and I judged her. I judged her without knowing her, just like people do to me…

"Quite a display you put on in the cafe."

My head whipped back to see military boy. I'm not in the mood to deal with him right now, so I continued walking. "Go away."

"Feeling bad?"

"What?" I stopped and faced him.

He made his question clearer. "Feeling bad about what you said?" How did he always read me like a book?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I be?"

"You were never one to take pleasure out of making other people suffer." …he was right again but I'm not about to admit it.

"She had it coming. You said so yourself that I shouldn't let her push me around…and stop acting like you know me already!"

He shrugged. "She had it coming but you overdid it." He said simply then walked past me.

Why did he always play Mr. Wise? He has this way of kicking people when they're down.

"You coming brat?"

"Hey! Stop calling me that! Only Johnny can…and only because he won't..not.."

"Do you prefer 'Celie'?" he said with his all-important-cocky-pompous-smug-condescending smile across his face, but it still made me smile. Damn, he had that affect on me. Second time! What the hell?

"Shut up!" I said pouting and crossing my arms like an upset seven year old.

When we- stupid bum walked all the way home with me, doesn't he have a car or something?- arrived home my mom was already there. Different…odd…suspicious.

"Cecilia." She called me into the kitchen. I walked in. "Sit down." She said gesturing towards the chair. I was in trouble, I knew because when I was in trouble, it'd be like being called into the principal's office. But why I was in trouble was the question.

I sat down, quietly. She took a sip from her coffee to prolong the suspense.

"I got a phone call from school today."

Oh," riiiiiiiiiiight, totally forgot I slept through all of first period. Sigh.

"You didn't show up for first period."

"I overslept... no one woke me,"

"You aren't a little girl anymore I shouldn't have to wake you every morning."

"Yes, I know."

"You should be grown up and mature enough to know when you have to go to bed and when you have to wake up. I don't have time to keep checking up on you." Keep?...when have you ever?

I nodded.

"I shouldn't still need to do this but I guess have to," she sighed. "Bedtime is now at nine for you. I want you in bed at nine and asleep by nine-thirty. I can't have you missing class over lost sleep."

"But elementary kids are still awake at nine."

"Well too bad, till you show some responsibility this is the time you sleep. No excuses, you should have your homework done before that time for once. I'll have your brothers make sure you do as I ask." She left the room. Jeez, she thinks I don't want my homework done before that time for once?...it's not like I purposely wait till late to start working!...except on weekends.

Wow, I have even less of a life now. Where am I going to find the time to even take a shower?

I sat down, staring at my math sheet.

Question one: Find the equation of the line that passes through these two coordinates, (2,-7) and (4,-15). Your equation of the line should fit into this format: ymx+b.

I sat there staring at it, my left hand supporting my head up and my right hand tapping a pencil on the table. My mind was no where near the subject of math. It was drifting off into Lala land and I wasn't making a single attempt to save it.

Events from today were playing over. Why did Britney have to say all those things? Why couldn't she just let me have that floating on air feeling for just a little longer?

"You're the one with the perfect life."

"…you're the lucky one."

"…I've always been jealous of you."

"You aren't ignored by the world!"

"I saw Rei and the way he was always there...just there, standing beside you, making sure you were okay."

"Rei…why can't I remember that?" I whispered under my breath.

"Remember what?"

"Huh?" my head turned to see all of them standing by the door. "I didn't realize anyone was there…"

"Don't tell me you were talking to yourself again?" Tala commented.

I didn't answer.

"Your late, it's boring here with her."

They all continued to talk…but slowly they're voices seemed to fade. The whole room seems to be fading. My vision blurred. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them again I was in a whole new place where there was no lights, no nothing, just darkness. Then pictures began to flash in my head…me…Rei? We were small, real small. Soon those pictures became somewhat like a film, taking place at a park.

"Rei! Rei! Rei you big dummy! Get up here now!" the five-year-old chirpped, hanging upside down from the monkey bars in the park. Her hair was tied back, but was still to the length that her head still resembled a mop.

"Are you crazy? What happens if you fall from there?" huffed her twin, with same length and colour hair.

"I wont fall! I won't fall!" her face twisted into a pout.

"Ok. If you say so..." and with that, he went to run up the slide.

He was minding his own business, trying to see if he could slide down backwards and not end up getting sand in his hair, when he noticed two kids (who were rather new to the playground, and he knew this, because they'd spent most of their lives there) that were about a year older. He hadn't paid to much attention to the two at first, but once out of view (and he had the whole park pretty much in view from sitting backwards at the bottom of the slide, he started to worry.

"Hey! Hey I was here first!" his sister's familiar cry rang through his ears.

"Move, loser!" the girl said, pushing the head of orange hair. Cecilia started to swing dangerously like a pendulum. "This is our spot now."

"Ya! If you know what's good for you, you'd leave us right now!" the boy mocked his companion, giving her another push.

"Hey! Stop it! Please! I'm going to fall!" the orange head whimpered, too scared to let go at this point.

"That's the point, orangey!"

With that last note, her grip on the high bars loosened. She closed her brown eyes tightly, and waited to break a bone.

That didn't happen, however. She landed on something relatively soft. "R-Rei!"

"Hey! That's dangerous!" her brother snapped at the two kids, "she could have been seriously hurt!"

"Humph! Then tell your little sister there to be more careful next time!" the boy faced him. Rei stood up tall, and he was about his height. He had always been tall for his age.

"You are the one who should be careful! Pull that crap again and I'll kill you!"

The two kids gasped in horror. "You swore! What do they teach you at home?"

"I got 4 older brothers at home, I think they teach me." He smiled smugly as their looks of shock continued to change. What if this kid told them and the 6 kids ganged up on them.

"Fine, whatever," the girl said, "come on, we're going." And they'd left as fast as they came.

A new shadow loomed over the remaining siblings. "You guys are late. Come home."

Rei looked up and smiled, "Kay! Come on! Let's go! Your boyfriend's calling us!" he teased.

For the first time since her fall, she spoke, "Don't be a meanie ReiRei!"

"I was only kidding," he said helping her up then quickly yelling "Race you home!" and running off, getting a head start.

"Hey! No fair! Wait for meeeeeeeee!"

My laughter faded, my vision blurred again…then slowly reality came back around me.

"She…stopped blinking… is that ever a good sign?" Max said.

Tyson was waving his hand in front of my face.

I blinked a couple of times looking at my surroundings. I was definitely back.

They all shrugged when they saw that I was fine and went back to their previous activities.

"Rei…"

"Maybe you're the one that should start appreciating what you've got." I heard Britney's voice provoking me to continue.

"What?" he asked, not looking up from his guitar that he was once again tuning.

"…" I walked up to him, sitting down in front of him.

"What do you want?" he asked again, this time looking up.

I leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks." I whispered, then got up and walked away.

"..." He seemed shocked. "…w-wait! For what!" he yelled when I was already out of the room.

I shrugged. "Just thanks…ReiRei."

3rd person's P.O.V.

Three cars pulled up on the driveway, at around the same time.

Tala, coming out of one, Enrique, Max and Tyson from another and Johnny and Rei from the last.

"Wait…if we're all here, at the same time…who's-"

"Kai…we all had other things to do, so he said he would." Tala answered.

"Oh…Maybe she shouldn't spend that much time with him…"

Tala shrugged, "Hasn't done any harm yet."

"Okay…" they all trusted his judgment, he's never been wrong yet.

"Before we all go in," Rei brought up randomly. "Remember, no more mushy stuff. We have to go back to normal."

They all nodded in agreement.

They all entered the house, Enrique immediately split off from the rest of them, he retreated to his room while the others entered the living room to see their sister slouched over on the desk.

"Rei…why can't I remember that?" she whispered.

"Remember what?" Rei asked, fairly curious.

"Huh?" she asked, turning her head. "I didn't realize anyone was there…"

"Don't tell me you were talking to yourself again." Tala commented.

"Your late, it's boring here with her." Kai said, showing up from the kitchen.

"We didn't have anymore fun then you."

Soon they all settled in, doing their usual things.

"Yo…she's acting weird." Tyson said drawing attention towards Cecilia, who had stopped moving. Her eyes open, but unblinking and distant looking, her body frozen in place. She was lost in her own mind.

"You okay?" Tyson asked, as he began to wave his hand in front of her face…nothing, no reaction, no movement.

"She…stopped blinking…is that ever a good sign?" Max said.

No one knew what was happening, or what to do but she soon came back. Her eyes began to blink again so quickly trying to act less concerned everyone shrugged and went back to normal.

"Rei…" her voice was soft and fragile.

"What?" he asked, not looking up but listening carefully and trying not to show it.

She was silent, as she got up and sat in front of him.

"What do you want?" he asked harshly trying not to seem like he cared, but she didn't seem to notice.

She leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, letting only one word escape her mouth, "Thanks."

She then got up calmly and walked away.

Rei's mouth dropped slightly, but he quickly regained his control. "…w-wait! For what!" he yelled when she had already exited the room.

He heard a soft response, "Just thanks…ReiRei." ReiRei…it had been years since she'd called him that. It was like music to his ears.

"Weren't you the one that just said no more mushy stuff?"

"I don't know what that was about…"

"She's remembering." Kai and Tala said in unison.

"Is that a good...or bad thing?"

Wow...seems long when put onto guess it's cause whenI writeI don't doublespace..Okay…so kinda mushy ending..again-.- couldn't help it but that can change:P Her life rest in the hands of a moody-teenaged-Kai-crazed-lil-girl:D well R&R!