(Hesper's POV)

"Hesper, wake up, you're going to be late." My mom's voice woke me from my… dream? What was I dreaming…?

I stayed where I was, "Just a few more minutes…"

"It's already 9:30. Don't make me get Benjo in here…"

I sat straight up. "NO! NOT BENJO!" Benjo is my little brother. My annoying, three-foot-tall, I-want-to-smack-him-across-the-face,-break-a-bat-over-his-head-and-push-him-off-of-a-cliff little brother. His name is also one of the four ways to say 'toilet' in Japanese.

"Now get ready, bimbo…" My mom murmured as she closed the door behind her.

I sighed and layed back down. Lazy ass. "Shut up voice #4, nobody cares what you think!" #5, the voice of reason does, bitch. "… that's because you stole her soul." No he didn't… "Yes he did, voice #5." Just shut up and get ready, already. You don't want to be tackled by toilet again, do you? "Meh… Shut up voice #2. I don't care if you're the smart one." Just stay there, it's too troublesome to move. "I agree completely, voice #1!" Get up and move now or I will be forced to make bad pictures appear in your mind. "I hate you voice #3, you friggen perv." You have three seconds to move before a very bad picture of TobixPein appears in you conscious mind. "Shut up! Don't make me stab you with a fork again!" Bad idea, you'd get hospitalized and then put into the asylum again.

I slowly got up and trudged over to my mirror. I picked up my hair brush and ran it through my hair a few times until it met no resistance. I put on a pair of black sweats and a grey t-shirt. I pulled on a pair of socks and a pair of black sneakers. I dragged my feet into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth. I slowly went back to my room.

I looked over at the two bulging bags that were perched next to my desk and I shoved my toiletries into them.

I looked at the clock. 10:02. I grabbed my bags and dragged them down the stairs. I dropped them next to the door and walked into the kitchen.

"I'm taking you to the pickup point at 11:30. Don't be late."

"Fine…" I grabbed the cereal and milk out of the fridge. I did a double take. Which one of the stupid idiots that I call family put the friggen cereal into the fridge!? …oh, right… I did…

…

…

Yeah…

I poured some frosted flakes into a white porcelain bowl and showered it with 2% milk. I took the bowl of cereal upstairs and into the bathroom. I opened the window and climbed out. I closed the window and sat down on the roof, ready to consume my breakfast.

I reached for the spoon.

Crappers and milk. I forgot to get a spoon.

This is the point in time where I wish I was Deidara and could just eat with my hands. Then I remember how Itachi is one of my favorite characters and I mentally slap myself for wishing to be his enemy. Of course, Sasori is soooo much better. Insert fangirl squeal. "Shut up you #$!ing soul-sucking demon!"

I stuck my head in the bowl and started eating like a dog. I pulled my head up when I heard hysterical laughter below.

"Hesper, what in Jashin's name are you doing?" Cried Hiri between laughs.

"Hiri! What are you doing here?" I asked with disbelief, I had been expecting my brother.

"I wanted to make sure that you were all awake…" She said with an evil grin appearing on her face.

"Well I am, so leave." She shrugged and walked away.

"Well, that was odd…" What a drag. "You said it!"

I put down the empty bowl and pulled my IPod out of my pocket.

I Turned the volume up all the way and started dancing to caramelldansen… on the roof.

After I had gone through the song 5 and ¾ times, my mom opened the bathroom door. She stared out at me and slowly started shaking her head, "Why." I just shrugged and she slowly closed the door.

Suddenly, a tennis ball flew past my head, missing me by two inches. I whirled around, just to see another tennis ball heading straight for me. I ducked and backed up toward the window. I heard laughter and that's when I saw Benjo, in all his puny, insignificant glory, standing in the middle of the yard, with an arsenal of tennis balls.

"You little #&$ing little piece of $#!t! I'll #&$ing kill your sorry excuse of an $$!!! COUNT ON IT YOU LITTLE B!T&#!" I scream down at him. His laughter stops instantly and he runs nside in fear of his life. I grab my IPod and my bowl and I climb into the window. I stomp down the stairs and death glare at the little bitch as I pass him. He frantically scampers into another room. I put my bowl in the sink and glance at the clock. 11:29:59. Wow. Nice timing. 11:30:00.

"Hesper! Time to go!" I srag my feet to the front door and I grab my bags.

"Bye dad!" I call.

"Bye, bimbo! Good luck at your new school!" He calls lazily.

I walk out the door and throw, with much effort, my bags into the trunk of my mom's car. I walk over to the passenger's side door and attempt to get into the car. BANG! The door runs right into me after closing itself in my face. Why do inanimate objects hat me so much!?!? I open the door and attempt to get in the car again. BANG! The top of the car hits me smack in the forehead. I ALREADY KNOW YOU HATE ME!!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO PROVE IT SO MUCH!?!? Again, I attempt to get into the vehicle. I succeed. Well, third time's a charm! Right? My mom looks at me and then closes her eyes and slowly looks downward, shaking her head.

She puts the key in the ignition and the engine starts. She pulls out of the driveway, and we're off. So far so good. Hey, I was half expecting her to run into the mailbox… again!