Hello readers, I don't really know what I'm doing with this story. I mean I thought out the characters for a bit, but then this thing came up I haven't really been able to type for a while. Right now I'm writing because I had some free time, but I don't know how long this will last. Anyway I've blabbed for long enough, LET THE STORY COMMMENCE!

Note: Multiple views of the characters from the same morning, kinda give you a feel for who they are.

(Eli's POV)

I opened my eyes just in time for my alarm to go off at exactly 7:00, which I turned off before it got loud enough to wake anybody else. I thought about the day ahead of me so I had a basic idea of what needed to be done in preparation.

'Let's see, its Saturday, administration tests are today, and I have about three hours of preparation... Okay, first things first, shower'

I get up and head to my closet right next to my bed, and carefully open the ever so creaky door, as to not wake anybody before they naturally get up. Knowing everybody here, the bathroom should be open for another thirty minutes or so, unless Kevin fell out of bed and couldn't fall asleep again, then I'll need to clean up any mess he made, and hope the bathroom is still open.

I change my course for the kitchen, to find everything the same as last night when Sheila cleaned it, swear I could see my reflection in the floor, even though it had been a whole night since she cleaned everything. Anyway, back to the matter at hand, need to take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, say goodbye to everyone, and meet Don at school and wait for Derek to get there just before the bell rings.

As I rounded the corner I found that the house pet had found his way out of his cage and was currently admiring himself in the bathroom mirror. Stupid bird, don't know why Sheila lets Rodney keep him. As soon as he craps on the tile floor, Sheila will be making Rodney clean everything in the house.

"Hey, birdbrain, go be someone else's problem," I say as I shoo him out. He squawks at me before flying away off to his cage. I examine myself in the mirror before undressing and stepping into the shower.

After I finish bathing, I dry off and head for my closet, and start getting dressed. I'm planning on wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, just so that most people will think I can't handle myself in a fight. I'll need to wear something functional too, like my tight, grey long-sleeve with a white undershirt, and probably some khaki shorts. Everyone's still fast asleep, except for the twins, who are probably in the living area watching Saturday morning cartoons. I gaze at the clock after I put my shirt on to see that it is now 7:30, still have plenty of time to prepare.

I head off for the kitchen, passing Kenny, Keegan, Tiffany, and Catti with their eyes glued to the TV. From here I can smell burnt toast and what seems to be syrup? So Natalie is trying to make breakfast, again. Don't know what she's trying to prove, some people can cook, some can't. It's not the worst thing in the world to be bad at.

As I enter the kitchen she turns to look at me, before going back to smother the toaster so the smoke doesn't trigger the alarm. If those woke up Sheila, not a pretty picture for Natalie. I guess I could help her out by opening the window so that the smoke goes out, but where's the fun in that?

"Um... Elijah, you mind giving me a hand here? I could really use some help!" she all but whispers to me. I give her a shrug and head for the fridge to get the orange juice. "Well I need to eat and study for the entree exam, also I need to check Securisage, in case the test involves combat. Sorry but I'm busy," I respond before pouring myself a glass.

She gives me a sigh then nods, "Okay, well could you at least get someone else in here to help? Pretty please?"

"Maybe, I'll ask for you, but no guaranteed help."

"Thank you for that at least."

"No problem." I chug my juice and walk to find the living room the same way. I don't even know how they can watch this show, it has no plot, and it's not educational in the least.

"Hey, someone hop up and help Natalie in the kitchen." I say as I pass in front of them and break their trances. As they begin to argue, I utter out, "Nose goes", and leave. I can here Catti groan, but she's the responsible one that will help out of all of them.

I get back to my closet and take out Securisage off his rack in the back, and check him over. All clips are full, blade's sharp, trigger isn't sticky, and everything seems to be good. Though I should probably clean the barrel, I've got like two hours, and cleaning doesn't take any more than thirty minutes. So I set to work doing that.

(58 Minutes later)

Finally done, don't know how my cleaning kit got so disorganized, but I can fix that now and then start walking to school. Probably could call Don for a ride, but I don't feel like throwing up today. Short route takes about twenty minutes; long way takes fifty or more. I got some time to kill, plus those thugs might be down that alley today, screw it, I'll take the long way. Don't want anything to happen before the test.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I could really use some feedback, doesn't have to be nice like 'Hey your stories great!' I'm looking for constructive criticism here. Are the chapters to short? Does it need more action? Questions on what the hell is going on? Just please R&R, Thank you.