"Shoot her!", if there was ever a doubt that my mother wasn't a woman this should prove otherwise. Does she always have to announce her self so dramatically; poor folks in here for a cup of post hangover coffee. I'm going to start wearing earmuffs if this keeps up, even in the sweltering heat of August. Truth is it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it does Luke. I'm used to it, practically trained from infancy to withstand the torture of hearing her high pitched voice shatter the sound barrier on an early Saturday morning. However, I was up till just before the sun peaked over the horizon studying for a history exam that will for sure put me in my grave before the holidays and that was a mere two hours ago. I'm just thankful that she granted me the peace this morning to get ready without pestering me through the whole process. Although, I'm sure she racked up a prosecution's list of questions for the witness stand Emma and I will be on for the duration of breakfast. Already adding flair to her production, she wasted no time skimming the physical evidence that is my sister who curiously glanced at me after mom failed to reply to Em's question. I rolled my eyes and shrugged in the "don't ask me" manner, she didn't have to though because she already knew I was running low on sleep. It's a sister thing and sometimes it creeps us out more than anyone else, but we're twins so it isn't entirely surprising by researches standards. It could very well be the possibility that we share a room so obviously one can't do something with out the other being privy to details. Not that we keep many, if any secrets from each other anyways, that goes for all 4 of us and I don't mind saying that's the creepiest of all. Nevertheless, I was there when she was here while it's usually the other way around. It was her bed carelessly ruffled over as mine remained a mess of sheets and limbs, but her silent alarm clock hummed me to life as it vibrated between her mattresses. I'm not hearing impaired yet that ineffective contraption seemed to wake me more often then it did Emma. Mom takes much pleasure in fixing it's efficiency every morning and there she was in the doorway ready to pounce I imagine, but instead she was as dumbfounds as Luke must have been when Em walked in the diner before me.