Al's-best-friend: I got NINE REVIEWS (squeal) yeah! That's like….um….how many reviews from last time….um….?

Terri: While she is trying to figure that out I would like to tell you that Al's-best-friend doesn't own FMA. She just owns her oc characters including me (the best one!)

Al's-best-friend: (counting her fingers) Terri what is 5 times 879 divided by 657.99007subtracted by 78 to the percentage of 67.8976?

Terri: (sweat drops) You have math issues.

Al's-best-friend: Yes……yes I do.

'I really need more sleep,' that was the same thought going over and over and over in Marla's head.She couldn't get last night's nightmare out of her head as she dragged her stiff, tired body down the hallway to the bathroom.

"What I need is a nice, hot shower to take my mind off of things for a while." mumbled the tired girl as she made it to the bathroom door.

'This is going to be tough!' she thought as she looked at the stub of her right arm.

She used to like to take a shower and let the warm water relax her but; now with only one arm it was difficult to take one.

(A/n: Try taking a shower or a bath with only using your left arm. It's harder than you think, I know because I tried it before.)

With a deep breath and a sigh Marla opened the bathroom door to face the extremely difficult challenge that we call a shower.

Ed groaned as he sat up from his bed. He looked at the clock on the wall and had to blink a couple of times to make sure that the clock was right. It was four thirty-two. He groaned again as he heard the sounds outside his door that had woken him up. He had always been a light sleeper and has always woken up to the slightest noise. Right now he could hear the shower going and he could hear the sounds of Winry fixing auto-mail for himself, Marla or Terri. 'Well, I'm awake now might as well get up.' he thought as he stretched and made his way off the bed. He looked around the room and could not find Al.

"Am I the only one who isn't already up?"

He got dressed quickly and stepped out of his and Al's room.

"I would offer to make breakfast Winry but, I don't think anyone else is up." Al said as he watched Winry work on her latest auto-mail project. "I could just make you breakfast." He said as he picked up Belle

(A/n: Marla's kitten. Come on you should know this by now!)

"Thanks but, no thanks Al," Winry said as she wiped sweat from her brow, "I am not that hungry right now anyway."

"I'm starving and if you don't mind making me breakfast Al I would love some." Ed said as he walked into the room stretching and limping slightly because of his damaged leg.

"Sure thing brother," Al said as he set down Belle and started heading towards the kitchen with Ed behind him, "do you think you could try to drink milk this time?"

"No way," Ed shuttered at the thought of milk, "you would have to kill me first!"

"Do not joke like that brother, it scares me." Al said

"Who said I was joking?" Ed mumbled as they stepped through the doors that lead to the kitchen.

(A/n: Incase you are wondering what Terri is doing right now well here you go.)

"Zzzzzzzzz……."Terri snored as he rolled over in his bed to a more comfortable position. "Zzzzz……lollypops…… and... sugarcanes…….zzzzzzzzz…."

Marla put her left arm over her mouth to keep from laughing as she watched her brother dream about candy. She was standing in a new pair of jeans, an orange tank top, and socks on her feet, and her hair into a high ponytail. The time was now six fifteen.

(A/n: Pretty fast for taking a shower with only one arm.)

"Oh brother," Marla said in a hushed voice, "wake up I have cotton candy and suckers!"

Terri turned over again and mumbled something that sounded like sugar.

"Do you always think with your stomach?" Marla asked as she watched her brother show signs of waking up soon.

"No I don't, at least not all the time." Terri said his voice thick with sleep.

"Come on and get up everyone is up and Al made breakfast." Marla said.

"BREAKFAST!" Terri said now fully awake.

Marla chuckled, "I told you that you think with your stomach."

"Do not!" said Terri being stubborn.

"Terri," Marla said now sounding fully serious, "I had a dream about Anna"

(A/n: Anna is their dead sister, remember?)

Terri's eyes widened and he suddenly changed from stubborn to big brother mode. "Are you okay?" he asked "Tell me everything; it might make you feel better." He said as he patted the bed indicating for her to sit down.

Marla took a deep breath for the second time that day, sat down next to Terri and told him about her dream.

Al's-best-friend: Okay, okay I know this chapter was short and stupid (sigh)

I'm really sorry. Please forgive me (eyes tear up) pppllleeeaaassseee!

Terri: It's alright (pats her on the back) I think it was pretty good.

Al's-best-friend: That's because you were in a lot of this chapter.

Terri: Yep!

Al's-best-friend: I'm out of ideas for this story and am up to my ears in homework so it might be awhile till my next chapter.

Terri: (gasp!) Say it's not true.

Al's-best-friend: Sorry, but, it is.

Terri: If you review and I might be able to convince her that homework and friends is not as important as her story, including me.

Al's-best-friend: (glaring) Terri!

Terri: (laughs nervously) Review!