One week prior…

"Bloom! Time to get up sweetie!"

A ruffle of fiery red hair grunts and hides under the blankets. The unwilling bundle bunches up even more as the door opens and a tanned woman marches to the bed of her wayward daughter.

"Bloom Bellanore Bixby, you get up this instant young lady!" The woman demands with commanding hands on her authoritative hips.

The blanket bundle groans. "It's still summer break…" The muffled voice protests.

"Even still, school is two weeks away and we have yet to shop for the new semester!"

"Can't it wait for ten more minutes… or twenty?" The redhead is not giving up so easily.

"No, right now." The mother finalizes as she heads for the door. "You have five minutes to come for breakfast, otherwise you will be left with one of your father's health shakes."

She receives a grumble in response, but by the tightened clench on the pillows, she knows she has to pull out the big guns. "Very well," she sighs, "if you refuse to cooperate, you have forced my hand." She turns to the door, "Liam! Levi!"

"No!" Bloom hollers as she shoots up.

Her mother smiles pleasantly. "I knew you'd see it my way."

As her mother leaves the room, Bloom groans and falls back on her mattress. "You're evil…"

"I'm a mom, dear – big difference!" Her mother calls back.

Bloom sloppily enters the kitchen and slumps down into the chair. "Mornin'..." She slurs.

"Good morning, dearest sister." Says one tween boy with fiery orange hair.

"You look like you've tumbled down a mountain." Taunts another identical boy.

"Zip it, pests." Bloom grouses.

Their mother giggles. "Good morning, Sleepy Head!" The woman sets down a stack of blueberry waffles with freshly squeezed orange juice. "Eat up and stock up on some much needed energy deary, we will be shopping for the majority of the day."

"All for just the new school year?" Bloom whines, "Why can't I just use my stuff from last year?"

Her mother sighs, "Bloom," she begins patiently, "you give this argument every year, and I give the same answer every year: it's good to start fresh. Besides, most of your supplies have become worse for wear, ergo getting new supplies is strictly mandatory."

Bloom sighs in utter defeat. "Fine." She ignores her brothers snickering.

"It's always best to call it quits when your mom's so stubborn, Sweetie Cakes." A middle aged, blond-haired man saunters in. "There's no hope of winning against her."

"Mike!" The woman admonishes.

But the man, Mike, merely laughs as he went to sweetly kiss his wife. "Vanessa~"

Bloom rolls her eyes, albeit good-naturedly. Seeing as she lost the battle and the war in under an hour, she feels it is best that she partakes in her wholesome breakfast as a well-deserved consolation prize.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I have been at war on whether or not I should give Bloom brothers – at least adoptive brothers. I like the idea of Vanessa being unable to have kids (otherwise she would've had biological kids during the time she raised Bloom), so if Bloom were to have younger siblings they would be adopted too. I decided to give it a go, and I'm picturing them to be similar in personality with the Hitachiin Twins from Ouran (I love them).

Anyway, here's to another successful weekly upload, and I feel confident that I'll upload more for next week.