The alarm clock beeped obnoxiously, and Raechyl sat up, stretching in annoyance. Her eyelids hung over her lime eyes groggily as she forced herself to wake up. Sure, she was tired, and at the moment, felt like staying asleep, but her mom would just come up and bug her, and tell her to get ready or she won't get a ride. A ride was kind of necessary in space. You know?

She tiredly walked over to her dresser and grabbed a black shirt, pentacle in the center. She was a Wiccan, but her parents didn't mind. Dad knew that she didn't worship the devil, and as did Mom. It was her teachers that couldn't get it through their heads.

She then bent down and grabbed jeans and slipped them on. They were baggy and quite comfortable. Once they were on, she put on the shirt. It was relatively tight, specifically on her breasts. Then she grabbed her skirt and put it on over her blue jeans. The skirt was black, and cut strangely, in a diagonal line. It was much longer on her left side then on her right.

She ignored her shoes closest. Her parents had bought her some shoes and socks, but they were for special occasions. And thank the lord and lady. She simply detested shoes.

She continued on and stopped at her mirror. While here, she combed her thin blonde hair. The she applied her black eyeliner. Examining her new look in the reflection, she shrugged, and headed out of her room.

When she came downstairs, her dad was playing video games. Typical dad. Mom wasn't here yet. Raechyl sighed. "Thanks for making me breakfast, Dad," she grumbled as she headed into the cabinet to find something to eat. She grabbed a poptart and headed to the microwave.

"Huh?" Ratchet said, eyes glued to the television screen, "Oh, yeah, sure."

Her mom left the bedroom and frowned, trying to pull her shirt over her belly. "Ratchet, can you take me shopping today? I need bigger shirts."

Ratchet dropped the controller instantly, walked over to Sasha and planted a big kiss on her lips. And they stayed like that until the buzzer went off and Raechyl took out her poptart from the microwave. Sasha half shoved Ratchet away and said, "Well?"

"Sure," he said, smiling.

"Dad slash mom, I need a ride," Raechyl interrupted with annoyance.

None one answered.

"Dad slash mom!"

Sasha turned away from Ratchet's green gaze. "Yes, Raechyl?"

"I need a ride."
"To where?" Sasha asked, then grabbed Ratchet's head and yanked it upwards. He obviously had been looking in a certain spot.

"The library? To do my report? Remember?"

Sasha didn't answer for a bit. "Yes, of course. Ratchet, can you take her to the library, then we can go shopping?"
Ratchet nodded absentmindedly.

"All right then, get ready," her mom said, poking Ratchet's bare chest. Her father was wearing pajama pants, and nothing more. He headed into the bedroom to change.

Raechyl began to eat her poptart when her mother blurted, "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"

Raechyl eyed her mother. "Hopefully a boy."

"How come?" Sasha asked, lifting her blue eyes on her daughter.

"Because I want some one to hang around with." Raechyl said, taking a bit of her wildberry poptart.

"You could play with a girl too, you know."

"With a girl, there's a slight chance she'll be a tomboy, like me. With a boy, it's pretty much the only option."

"We can only hope," said Ratchet, coming back out in his commander uniform. Sasha walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

"You're ready! Great! Let's go!" Sasha headed for the door instantly.

"Is it just me," Ratchet said, turning to his cazax daughter, "Or is she more hyper while pregnant?"

Raechyl shrugged and simply followed her mom out the door.