I quickly went over to Callie and hugged her. She is usually the strong one so I was distraught at seeing her so shaken up. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Mascara was running down her face. She sighed. "I'm sorry Chey," Callie said quietly. I smiled at her, "It's alright… I'm sure everything will work out… Hey! Mom said we might not move… plus it might be fun to have some slaves to cater to our every whim and need!"

Callie laughed. " I guess so…" "C'mon Callie…there is always the old fashion option of divorce!" I slugged Callie in the shoulder. Callie flipped her hair out of her face and then slugged me back. " Bye Cheyenne!" Callie yelled as she left my room slamming my door behind her. I sighed and fell back on my bed.

Two days later, mom told us that we were going to meet the Tenor's. At noon, we hopped in our Windstar and drove to 197 Krib Street. The Tenor household was huge. It was basically the all-American house. Large, white with blue window shutters, and double front doors. I put my head back on the seat and sighed, " Welcome to suburbia!" Callie laughed while my mom glared at me through the rear view mirror. I put on my happiest, antagonistic smile. " Smarten up Cheyenne! You have to act twice as good as Callie to make up for your blue hair. Lucas's poor kids will be shocked!" Mom began reapplying her lipstick while pulling into the Tenor driveway.

Callie looked confused, " Ma… I'm sure if they are normal children, they will have seen colored hair before. It's rather common these days." Mom looked at us nervously, " Well… the Tenor kids are home schooled, and like you said so nicely Cheyenne, they live in a nice PROPER neighborhood. You know, they haven't been exposed to much of today's…. society."

" Well! These festivities keep getting better don't they!" I threw my hands in the air. Callie laughed. Mom looked at me sternly once more, " Cheyenne, Just because these children are more properly raised than you, doesn't mean that they are different!" I rolled my eyes, " I didn't know it was Sesame Street hour!" Mom hopped out of the car and signaled for me and Callie to follow her. Callie reached over and patted my hand, " Don't be so negative," she smiled, " I know it's hard but let's make the best of this. At least for today!"

We walked through the front door. I can't even describe the house. It was like out of a magazine.

" Welcome! You must be Callie and Cheyenne!" a rather handsome man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes said kindly, "I'm Lucas Tenor!" Lucas shook both of our hands excitedly. "Hi Mr.Tenor," Callie said putting on her brightest smile, "I'm Callie, nice to meet you!" Lucas blushed, " You can call me Lucas!" he said, "Wow! You must be Cheyenne! I..uh.. love your hair!" I smirked, "Thanks! Yeah, I'm Cheyenne. I'd be glad to help any of your children with hair coloring!" Lucas jaw dropped, "Um…I don't think that would be necessary..um" I laughed and my mom glared at me.

Suddenly, four kids ran into the room. Lucas smiled, "Just in time! Callie and Cheyenne, these are my children! Ashlee, Lili , Eric, and Sara." All kids looked basically the same. The girls wore long denim skirts and different colored shirts. The boy, Eric, wore a collared shirt and cargo pants. " Can you say J.Crew?" I whispered and nudged Callie. All the children had the same, fake smile. The same one Callie had on her face. I had to find a way out of this mess. This fake, suburbian mess.

I'm sorry this is soo bad! I have chapter four done...be prepared for a shock! I'm not going to post it until I get at least 3 more reviews. Hazel-Lyn 3